Текст песни Михаил Кочетков - Не надо писать кипятком

No need to write with boiling water
Each time we met,
Docked tail wags,
Squealing with joy.
I know, I - talent.
I'm genius. I - the forerunner!
But I'm also a man -
Naive soul.

It is quite possible to me
Sometime in the evening
The death of the window knock -
My second life
And he says: & quot; Hello, my talent,
My Genius, My forerunner!
On charges - just five minutes,
You were tired of waiting & quot ;.

I know you'll miss me,
When departing on the world I'm the best,
What will you do to while away the evening
The companies drunken and boring.

I will be buried at a quiet river,
Not as a plow, but solid.
But all this, my friend, is still far.
You ask with hope:
& Quot; How far? & Quot;
(I know you would be a shame).
My answer is: & quot; It is not visible & quot ;.