Текст песни ВАНТУЗ - ПОГИБ ПОЭТ

Here, without entering my verse breaks words
From nowhere in the space between me and you
The sound of the diaphragm breathing fill the form
The meaning of the notes and a hundredfold higher than the norm
There is no space here more for the soul of a poet
Writes exhale patterns of light and words
The last time easier and with all the good-bye
About the rivers of blood that were shed being played
The heart does not sleep will accelerate hundredfold knock
Feelings do not lie, he writes without sparing hand
The simple truth about the power of the inner beast
On the contrary those who died without believing in it
The empty space between the candle and clock
It fills the whole night prophetic dreams
Draws person shadows of his imagination
From the ruins of raising his creation to eternity

He died the poet but his fame lasts forever
True boils and erupts as lava
His example as the wind goes around the mountain
It teaches kings and cold human disputes

The words of the poet as the milk will fill the bosom
In the dream, baby disrupts a gold Grono
Lips sweet absorbing ancient verse
To the glory of the people that used to be a poet among them
He folded himself recreating complex MESSAGE
Letting the world by air sacred knowledge
The mouth of the baby tirelessly throughout report
About the power of the beast with which people play
Go crazy tired of his own fear
For thousands of years the fate of the fire and decided scaffold
It is time to sound the truth of mouth
What's in this world, we all become enemies