Текст песни Максим Котенко - Перед встречей с демиургом

What pushes me to take this step ?
After all, it's myself I substitute myself stick under his feet .
Going on the road , not paying attention
For not without hypocrisy trap.

Towards a new day pick words
Sometimes my mind needs a coffee, it seeks to order
And confusion . He can share anything ,
But then unable to distinguish one from the other .

To you I was going , my friend , beautiful demiurge !
Next chariot rushing , I'm in it I dance cha-cha -cha ,
And in the evening by the fire , our meeting
There will be ...