Текст песни Юрий Морозов - Плохая копия

Or an artist who was bad or he wrote like a god,
But I was angry at the whole world, and I got
Bad copy of fate, poor copy of love,
And himself a parody of memory.

In vain a copy of the fire to warm the heart, I try,
The cartoons on fire so little heat.
Between the decorations shower and individual search in vain, nor tschis,
Missing originals.

I want to change the order of the
Copies of clean, clean copies.
Over the caricatures have no strength
More laughter more laughter ...

Perhaps it does not meet the original artist,
And he took a copy of the only copies unclear.
How do I break through the ranks and find the fakes turbid
The living entity under the heavy load of paint.

                                             1986