Текст песни Мокко fm - Когда не пишутся стихи

when you do not write poetry ,
I'm racking my nervous hands air.
once in your god
hammered nails without question ,
and I'm podohnu ,
vanish if my religion
burn to hell
unwritten books,
tears to drown
itself in a weekly passion .
when it explodes ,
when I was tearing apart.
when I can not in words ,
staying just headlines
and in fact I was just scared ,
that the authorities are not going to die in me ,
and something ,
that writes every day
and somehow proves
I'm not just a shadow .
and even some people there .

Mocha fm.