Текст песни Моя партия куплет 2 - Двигатель исскусства

It’s somehow unimportant what’s happening to me now,
But you must understand that we must be two
Two on one, everything will also be two,
Why does my head hurt and spin
I hardly understand you, but here alone
You don’t want to decide something from the pathos of the show off,
I can't play the fate of self-irony
In this agony, I am the last surviving artist.
Dreams about you are put on the sheets
I burn these sheets to the ground and from the inside,
Nothing and madness is a forgotten farce,
Which is only with you and in my terrible dreams.
You are my dear, my love, but not needed,
I drank this tar, without honey and wine,
Leave me alone, I will close the doors myself
Cheat those who deserve, but I'm not worthy.