Текст песни Дима Буток - О слове

How many sentences you throw in a day
How many words litters hearing
Just so hopeless crack
Dwarfs somewhat obfuscated spirit
And when the year will fly away
More you will not see the light
It will become a reality your trouble
And Tenyaev in the future there
Request pandemonium in the dust
All about what you loved to scream
About your worthless worlds
The inability to conceive nothing
But neither they nor you do not know
This is not to contemplate the future
Only the eyes become aware
The missed day to regret

And then you say to yourself
What continues to live in dreams
In gratitude to his fate
You'll start from the heart to do
For the good of everyone and everything
Let the soul fuss dies
Due to the material of the walls
Certainly the poet come alive
And his words will live
Shudder from their land
And they will not be able to cool down
The juice of life of its bubbling