Текст песни Фёдоров Олег - Песенка без начала

This song has no beginning,
Probably the page absorbed!
On absolutely white paper
Without small, day there are no signs.

And the day a lot of ink was absorbed
From gel handle in your penalty,
So that the day is shorter, and the night is longer.
Take a pencil and write rather!

There was an idea to start with the final,
But thoughts washed off the ninth shaft,
A dull look stuck in the picture
As a digit in a cage like a fish in Tine.

Inside the page sits twin
And also torments a draft,
Clings the phrases into one
Your start to pick yourself.

Do not think. This is not good
Go to the kitchen food cat.