Текст песни Ольга Ступина - Стенографистка

How much I was blind,
How much I did not know why I breathe.
Play, and I'm yours,
Dictuch, and I will write.

To hell of the poet, to hell artist,
This crown is immensely great to me.
I only stenographer,
Copper light, empty conductor.

Someone tell me that this is not enough
This is not enough, but it is a parabitrary.
I'm still here, I just have already become
Voice, body and blood of your.

Yes it is generally not difficult
For anyone who did not accept the winter.
Breathe, since this is possible
It is stupid to write your songs by yourself.