Текст песни Поэт без усов - Иллюзия вечности

"The illusion of eternity"

Hey, stop, where his way?
I saw a picture of Dali:
There are times - like spilled mercury;
And the soul crept guilt ...
For the haste with which I
Wanted to spend aimlessly lost
In matters commensurate instincts of the beast,
It all quickly escaped - snake.

More than once I've been trying to tame it seemed to have just about,
Sand between the toes of a second-streams
Again the game by notes.
The year was the year, it is scary,
I suddenly ceased to feel,
Taste wind and originality of things
I utterly impoverished spirit.
Who needs a stale miserable old man,
Blur own fears?
He last shadow - faceless double,
And life has turned into a cesspool.

Hey, stop, where his way?
I saw a picture of Dali,
Many years later penetrated its essence,
And you, my friend, now you must understand:

Justifying gnawing soul routine
Remember that time is irreversible.