Текст песни Moonlight H.S - Творческий рабочий

I try over the paper,
As the architect of the temple of God:
Maybe it will be released epic,
Maybe the song in the genre of blues,
Maybe it will be released and the poem.
I'm a creative work!
And in my life piggy bank
This is - an enormous plus.

And creak under the pen finger
Rukotvortsa impostor,
Samodurov, well, however, so it is not very bad.
Only two-thirds of the tooth is not in clown fanfare,
Five cents for the soul and crowd of the faithful fleas.

Only the line so the Shrew,
They do not want stanza
Ozar yet clean,
Not crumpled sheet of thought.
Like something and leaves.
From what I wrote
People make a guess,
What am I strong realist!

I verchu his creation, even though it does not agree,
And to turn my back all the ground cursing.
I pyhchu, trying for a long time, but I try in vain:
Anyway eventually will complete garbage ...

I try over the paper,
As the architect of the temple of God:
Maybe it will be released epic,
Maybe the song in the genre of blues,
Maybe it will be released and the poem.
I'm a creative work!
And in my life piggy bank
This is - an enormous plus.