Текст песни ВАНТУЗ - НА САМОМ ДЕЛЕ

All I need to be created here and now
While pride and despair as the mixture boils
And to focus on this
I be gone and then show up for this reason
At least I believe in it disappearing again
I send myself to the search for a new word
This free will that he breathes
When the soul flies free and hand writing
About anything if only it was not about me
Pro person and concrete homes in the window
Writing does not have to remember it is never the soul
From the hands of the pit of the city does not reach the light
I like the robot execute the orders of the songs
Not knowing hunger fatigue or illness
And all that is necessary is more than forty-eight stitches
The one who writes sitting somewhere on a sloping roof

In fact, if it was not so
He wrote and sang would have every passer fool
And instead of the gray daily routine work
He would like to draw Grandpa Roerich paintings
Mountain issues grows on earth bans
Wanting fame to climb in search of secrets
Most of the birds if they get there
Gathering under the scheme did not realize you get stuff
Take not above or below the middle and
Creation is one and not two at half
Anything in creating the golden section
Let's leave it forever and not for entertainment
Over clouds my soul is flying high
Alas all burn my hand does not have time
Few people know how many songs not sung
Perhaps that was one of them once it

I disappear if the body is getting crowded
What would have happened if only it was written honestly
If you can not directly sense means it lies between the lines
In the poem with no commas or dots
When finished it will wake up dashing pride
Whispering in my ear like a rhyme I became a slave
And I believe in the lie that blindly make a conclusion
Becoming very proud but for a short period
Mark wrote that someone else
Text typing mine hand
And I thought that he invented
Playing different words to rhyme
Despair and pride temporarily faced foreheads
The conflict within that would be created to take over the verses
I overheard then tell others about it
It is not easy to actually be a poet

It is not easy to actually be a poet
It is time to tell about it
It is time to tell about it
It is not easy to actually be a poet