Текст песни Andar1el - Бывают музы...

There muses on his head with laurel wreaths
There muse in front of the fire with the devil
There is only the second such Muse emerald eyes
To which the poet all the mountain was ready to roll

You're just one live in my consciousness
Where koronuesh my laurels gods
You're only one able to speak those spells
In which there is no high-sounding words

I do all the words of thorns letters take in bouquets
And I will scatter them as ashes from the bridge of large cities
Perhaps I did not become known today
And my poems in his lifetime did not come his turn

I only know that when I begin to sound your bride
Burn then the notebook, and the rustle of the fabric phrases ukroyu silver coffins
Only when I become a muse for you, not for the poet,
I have his notebook again gather from the stage scenes of large cities

13/3/16