Текст песни Darkrite - Лучший Демиург

He spoke beautiful words
And looked with a proud look
Over the crowd, over the heads
Here I overtook my limit
Let few understand
What I wanted to tell them
But the rumor will go, and let
Now try to say

That my verse is not full of meaning
Mysterious plot deprived
Spoiled by a useless rhyme
Size ugly distorted

And still then there will be, they say
About the secret meaning, about the size and about the plot
Poke around, find, smear
They will exclaim: “What a great poet we have!
Not tama strikes according to
Scribbling about what is not mature
Poems his mediocre trash
And he dared to become proud of it! ”

And I, laughed, laugh
Thank you, oh thank you colleagues
After all, every day I study with you
And you scold the person

Well, scold - no offense
From all the lines I will extract the meaning
And I’ll go, because I’m not ashamed
Recognize: I am the best demiurge