Текст песни small max - как пришло так и ушло

What to write what to read
What I have in my head to hear to convey.
I'm sitting I don't know what topic I will develop
What's on it
Rhyme
I am portrayed.
Maybe for love
For romance, flowers
Well, or about politics
Where all the polls
Head with the king of the scoundrels.
About culture a lot can tell
But since porridge in the head
It is not possible to fade into the case.
On verbs and squares
Rhymes not Camilfo
And on this I will leave these poettes ranks
Apparently this is not mine.