Текст песни Дабл.Ю - Поэт

Who needs your songs, poet?
Who needs your pity, executioner?
There is no salvation in your poems
And in your childhood dreams, moans and cries.
Who needs your syllable rhymes?
Who are you selling a declaration of love for?
Who will believe in this word "love"?
At least five times you repeat it!

Who needs your loyalty, wolf?
Who needs your will, Pilate?
Suffering in love is not a duty at all!
Let so many say so!
Who needs your tears, circus performer?
Believe me, nobody in them is looking for an answer.
Who needs your pity, executioner?
Who needs your songs, poet?

Who needs the penultimate pain
What has your chest settled in?
They laugh, but not at you,
So believe me, you are able to leave!
And you will write a couple more lines.
Let it be words about love!
Someday your term will come true as well.
And then repeat those words ...