Текст песни ПОЭТ ИЗ КОМНАТЫ - зачеркни прошлое

I often ask myself:
And we can do it all in vain,
After all, in the end there is no demand
And we encircle the chalk?

We spend our lives on trifles
And fell again,
A fatcat fat men
All our goals are simply crushed.

Although it was possible to see
In the starry sky,
Something crossed out and erase the memory,
And then start all over again.

But we fall back into the old
Puddle in the mud from our shoe
And feed it to the dump,
After all, this is not to make us lazy.

In similar offices bask,
Like sand in the desert,
And after the failure sypemsya
Straight onto a clean sheet.

Mother wipes the sheet,
In the hope that we will not stain it,
But again we Sheets
These bundles of cash.

As long as someone is doing for the good of the world,
We try to fill my pocket -
It hurt us in the heart, like a rapier,
Honestly, we fell into the trap.

It's time to throw out the paper with pockets,
Grasp the mind
What it is in standby mode
And fill the face of senseless evil.

After all, our life is too short,
To spend it on nonsense.