Текст песни КэМи - Приют для песен

Songs mutate under the eye of genius and time
Their author operates in verbal surgery.
They sew philosophical sense
And the lyrical absurdity.
And then, as unnecessary
All together crumpled and thrown ...

And I'll take and build a shelter for neglected
And the old songs
I will give them to shake off the order and give them
A new life.
I am running them in a new wave in closed
And let all enrage
The songs are not for the rich, mind-prone
Intoxicating three sheets.

Poems on degraded prostomysliya factories
They are isolated from smart ideas and the truth
They make it easy due to lack of demand
Verbal and burned in the furnace.
They are cut from the unread books
So as not to think about the meaning of the night.