Текст песни Олег Ващаев - Как будто Природа ответила

As if Nature said:
- Hello! -
And in my heart I awoke flutist.
And I do not shoot the old mask,
Hiding behind the author's list.
I grab someone else's hands Neznamov
God knows that for nothing.
Reason, of course, at the center, but with an edge
Occult fringe.
Sometimes me hungry, sated and drunk,
I have been surly and sullen.
He lived as Flaubert under the wing of Maupassant,
the work of the brothers Goncourt.
Those familiar with the sad shrug,
Unable to warn.
Only favorite Muse lips
As for my zyabnuschih shoulders.
Only then did I do on the spot.
Hoping to prolong this moment,
Softly singing their strange songs,
Confident looking at a standstill.
- And what? Commercialism of art?
- Agony, the Milky Way.
And the one that kept affection,
writes: Thank you. Forget it.