Текст песни Поэт без усов - Форточка

Let me start smoking or, better, fill the inner world with vodka,
I will drive out of myself all the sad, boring ...
But no, let’s stick it in, because someone’s love is heroin,
But she is gone, and you need to restore the balance,
Top up your account. These verses are not for you -
For me - to remember everything every second.
Where is that charlatan from the city of emerald?
Let him do everything on the contrary -
Sawdust in the head, courage will take away and the heart will take with it.
Then it will be good ...

And now I want to grind the stone into powder,
Melt, kill ...
Or melt in the middle of the lines.
Or a flock of ravens.
Or answer everything: "I don't know."
To hide in a corner, to get rid of ambitions.
Just allow yourself to forget for a moment.