Текст песни Василий Щербаков - Возвращение

The soul requires poetry
But nothing comes of it day after day.
And I rip out of my skin
Just words about love.

There is simply no inspiration.
I scored all my thoughts with one person.
There are no poems here as once,
There is nothing for me not to become a poet.

There are clumps of paper in the corner of the room,
Now I’ll add another leaflet, and it there too.
I'll try to stay afloat
But will I have the strength?

I went on time, just a resignation.
But we must continue what I once started
I returned as promised. Meet me!