Текст песни Владимир Ключников - Слово о Русской поэзии

Let me put in a word ,
About our Russian poetry ,
About how everything is boring
And heavily in verse between the lines,
As thoughts flying the flame ,
Who saw a blind man .

Energy flattens and crushes
In the dark basement of the cheese ,
A heart laughs and cries ,
And he wants to explode sapper .

Therefore drilled art
Machine tools, measuring talent
But the storm take propaganda ,
ASHES EAT culprit .

The roads throw at his feet ,
And I understand that right!
Chopped skull does not stick together .
And see : at the end of the line - the darkness ...