Текст песни Поэт без усов - Человек, который решил не бороться

I'm nobody ,
Sharp a knife , life is over the thoughts that give birth yesterday .
Shoemaker stepped off the ledge without boots , and a fire on the second floor waiting for her ,
But slipping past like uzham grassy steppes, ran hastily ,
On the sixth , and remembering that she needed a fifth , laughing down on tile and decided to cry .
Somewhere in the past buddy , seemingly too pleasant, and the suit on it , if taken at the box office ,
Today or yesterday , well and so he descended from the ninth , because I wanted to stretch your legs ,
And the gods have brought these two , no friends and girlfriends , which is usually on the ear shells not ride away,
And greatly reduced so that it is not to help any one nor the other , but she quickly woke up from a coma ,
Back to the fifth , and he did not touch her ​​again , and wanted ..