Текст песни ISL - Талантливый бездарь

Sometimes it seems to me in this world is not the place,
But, like Makarevich, rotten world for themselves.
And so, step by step, a talented mediocrity
Went on living for two dozen in a row.
Potholes and bumps was full of road
But there is a series of ravines and mountains.
Sometimes God wants to ask me a lot,
But all their questions'll save for later.
(Show must go on)
Again tortured handle paper
After all by itself will not develop talent.
And if the store - house for notebooks,
That is my home for them - it hell.
In my head daily bullfights,
And this does not help a rag from the blows.
Now is not the scarf, and a sheet impregnated with tears,
That of the soul simply pouring fountain.
With me you would not be interested,
But if you close, thank heartily.
One of the two words in the phrase talented mediocrity
Disappear ...
But what?
Only time will decide ...