Текст песни Старовер - Смерть поэта

I'm tired of floating
Between day and bottom.
I have left only
Consolation in alcohol.

I wrote under the table
But not under the cloth ...
I have left only
Stand and jump out the window.

I am too hating the world
And he is stronger than me.
In it God's creature
Seeks to make me
Where are you still a big ??

And not easy my fate
And apparently I am right.
That poddant in shit
In everything and to blame ...

I wrote poems
Rejoice in spring.
People smiling
Following the "fool" shouted to me.

I then roamed
As an oarny.
Singing this
Impact motive.

I am too hating the world
And he is stronger than me.
In it God's creature
Seeks to make me
Where are you still a big ??

And not easy my fate
And apparently I am right.
That poddant in shit
Whitaged poet
In everything and to blame ...

I am now with vertices
I observe the world.
I am not visible from above
Neither hope nor love.

And when I lived
They were trying to give them.
But much easier
All to twist and break everything.

I am too hating the world
And he is stronger than me.
In it God's creature
Seeks to make me
Where are you still a big ??

And not easy my fate
And apparently I am right.
That poddant in shit
In everything and to blame ...