Текст песни Поэт без усов - Паровая машина

Stratification of the senses.
Much love , weaker - it's like at all?
Explain .
Maybe I'm insane and I do not see the nature of things ,
But the feeling is not the thing , and the whole point of his frame carry,
For them to get out.
It does not priplesti and shred of logic,
Either you love , and thus is able to endure everything ,
Or not, and nothing except ,
wretched strastipodobiya
You will not find .

I would rather believe in utopia ,
Volyus than this goddamned youth.