Текст песни Not A Band - Мёртвая Муза

I'm afraid to write poetry
Sometimes I don’t know what to write.
Why rape sheets?
It will be easier to burn them.

Tell me, fortune tellers lie? Are they generally right?
Do we need to know this?
They’re tricky and they hit our wounds,
A strand peeps out from under the scarf.

Around zippy hands
There's a random touch on the train
But where are those who will save from flour?
In which there is reassurance.

No hands, no lips, no heavenly eyes
Long gone, whether to see again?
Lip movement, eye smile,
Learn, accept, understand, notice.

Muse, have you always been there?
Or are you again not to me?
And the old photo is blurred by the look
Still standing on the dusty window.