Текст песни Fallen Poet - Я лишь жалкий и нищий поэт

I will give my notes to someone who does not play the violin:
 What do you think? It could be a great play.
 Alas, I, too, do not know how to play, blurred in a smile.
 I am only a miserable and impoverished poet. Oh no. That poetess ...

 I have been drinking wine all my life, enjoying the taste of freedom.
 I do not need to change. You need it to be.
 Well, I ... I do not care, weeks or years have passed.
 It doesn’t matter to me which course to go towards.

 You look at me ... a bit maliciously, with a rebuke.
 And my smile shines, I easily grin in response.
 You just don't know how it feels to be alone.
 How is it not to see bright light in a long tunnel.

 And I dreamed of playing the violin all my childhood
 Touch the bow of neatly fragile and flexible strings.
 All night long, from a dream ... even whispered notes!
 I could not count: how many clear moons passed ...

 You keep looking at me, muttering to one side.
 You are lucky, you know how to play, I gave you notes.
 I remember that music. When playing, I felt like ... a hero.
 I remember everything perfectly. With sound - gaining momentum.

 There would be an opportunity - and I would be a hero, perhaps?
 There's nothing you can do. My notes are his great play.
 Probably so forever conceived. It was - careless ...
 Well, me? A miserable and impoverished poet. Oh no. That poetess ...