Текст песни DeeYES - Дикие мысли

My wild thoughts
But at the same time clean
Don't try to understand them
This whole life is yours

Extraordinarily bright light of the full moon
In the window my dumb crushes reproach.
Like a torn string
My calm, and the shadows are like a chorus
They say in your ear: "Look at the poet
Ethereal image with a mask without a face,
Deception which you do not see the end!
Poems - water, you know it for sure!
So you are lying even to yourself.
And there is no price to your soul as well as to your mind,
But they are not even priceless
Rather nothing, ordinary trash! "
I shout: "Shut up! Do you understand
What is the soul and human life worth?
Why, tell the murmurs to the verses?
Do you care about them? So who is arguing!
I do not write for you I wanted to spit
Critics, especially you! "
"Why are you lying scribbler soft-bodied,
We are tired of listening to your story!
Each partly critic of your words.
You live in them and part of you is hidden
Are you ready to argue with foam at the mouth?
What do you write for yourself! So what is sewn
Your ridiculous verbal credibility? "
"Go out! Yesenin's tombstone
If you suddenly managed to find
On its lunar ghostly path
You would try to impress him
That he could not live righteously! "
Suddenly silence and as if snow is heard ...
How little sure a person is
If you sow in it a grain of doubt.
It seems that the ghosts have gone back,
But the deed is done, in Denis's dismay
And the look in the moon rested and hung
And even though I’ve never lied to Lira,
Is there even a drop of truth in what I wrote?
The power of God's prophecy is given to me,
Or a madman and a penny for everything?
Can the whole world come down with a metaphor
On a blank sheet, a crazy man came up with?
Like the hair of a girl's beloved fine line
Between insanity and higher understanding.
Who guided me when my hand
Rising waves of rhymes of "liography"?
I find answers in the mortal world.
Time passes, and the range of issues is wider
Becomes and will do later
Unconditional me as my slave.
Dreams with guesses hold them back, but
Alas, they are not destined to reveal the truth.

My wild thoughts
But at the same time clean
Don't try to understand them
This whole life is yours