Текст песни Олег Хаславский - Фото Леонида Григорьяна

Photo by Leonid Grigoryan

He is only like meakn,
Yes it is pretty cunning,
And peeling temple
Hucks out the mask Piero.

Not then to all shito-indoor
And then that at all times
From worldly simple defense
Miryanina as the air is needed.

And the poet is not a lazy, so the prone
Crazy, without hopes, without a penny
And without conscience - the Lira is written,
And the crooked shower is read.

Everything he crooked and sees, and hears,
And in everything and always not good
And the fact that he reluctantly writes
Vera is not on the broken pen.

All that in it and a break, and inaccessible,
And talent crashes into the pipe -
Ah, damned this duality
Not one broke the fate.

There is no rest in the world, nor in the house,
Stripe, strip, strip ...
The world is a break. But on this break
And all miracles are accomplished.

02.06.10