Текст песни Ксения Слободенюк - Твори

When you have a creative crisis, at least write about it,
Describe your sweet emptiness and a taste in your throat com
Draw your "tomorrow" the color that the hands never took,
Dedicate a new track to whom and notes are not dedicated.

Minutes my-your inspiration: the clock - seconds seconds - watch.
You write about the difference between yellow and black stripes on bees and wasps,
Describe how burnt scrambled eggs and some stains on the windows of the hail, rain,
Draw yourself in old age, or mother, that you took care of all my life.

Poured into the cell into the cell in a notebook everything that is not to spare the ears,
Sing about inviting drugs or whatever you want 15 kids
Prove the room marker so that the gaps could not be found.
Well, if you are afraid of criticism, then no, not yours - do not create.