Текст песни Дети Урбана - Пока я пишу

My drug is a microphone and rhythm
And there are ideas how to convey these lines
Pen and notebook with rhymes, heart bits
I go out for a smoke and my lines are growing flowers

As I write, I can begin the dawn
I miss the moment when it gets dark
But the fun of it, you do not tell
When the rhyme is consonant with the text, not just nonsense

-No Contracts with anyone, not on labels pishus
-But Still I write the text, is not believed to already
Yes Scribbles and will until the end of his days
-And Read in the micro, as if nothing nebylo

It becomes easier to breathe when I write
Goals scored lines, eyeballs, horror
There is no day without rhyme in my head and music
And do not go out, I convey the essence of the verse