Текст песни Виктор Эйчин - Накормить

I'm tired of being someone fit,
I Jam live for themselves,
Pain over the sill circling
And do not ever settle.

More rage in the nude body,
More drunken friends and girlfriends cheap,
I forget what it really is,
I did not respond to a knock.

Dick on birds, they too are mortal,
As workers and as cops,
As I was looking for a toast,
Cigarette from under the stall.

No poet's worse than I,
For a man out of me, too cheesy,
Hungry grin January
I do not remember the spring.

Return - worst of all,
When stifle poisoned days
When people are knocking on the window,
And they want to feed.

June 21, 2012.