Текст песни Листья Времени - Неизвестный гений

I hang down the curtain on the edge of the table,
With pocherkannymi lines of poetry ...
Unrecognized artist burnt to ashes
Tried to revive through words ...
And the room was so quiet,
What could be heard as the candle burns ...
And flames on halftone lines drained,
Sketched by someone in a temper ...

And the stars made their way through the mists of the plank,
Prescribing a new chapter,
And the volume of aphorisms, to wallow in the corner,
Everything seemed brighter than in reality ...
And the room was so quiet,
What was heard, like a dream come ...
The illusion of happiness and new wave,
In which it will be shipped ...

Ends with thoughts, lost in the clouds,
That fly over the table,
And in general, it seemed melancholy trivia
It can be delayed and then ...
And the room was so quiet,
What could hear leaves life ...
And in the form of frozen thick gray hair,
And thoughts somewhere dreams were broken ...