Текст песни Дмитрий Вагин - Истина

Solving the problem of eternal
And the shelf brushing dust
He looked like a poem shoulder,
As long as the coffee is hot.

I do not ask stupid questions,
And you do not call him,
He wanted to seem adult,
And the truth was looking for love.

Not finding, knocking on doors,
I search in promёrzshih trains
I was looking for it in faith and unbelief,
I was looking at the reality and dreams.

It was opened to the stranger, to the passers-by.
He was loved by the side,
Chinariki put out of the skin,
And the truth sought in wine.

Wine, wine, wine-fault,
So many truths, or not?
And he returned home,
But I did not find the answer.

Solving the problem with the truth,
With shoes flicking dust
He tore out the heart of the poem,
And remaining as exhausted,

It is in this truth is not seen.
And you may call me it,
Dream, God, vodka or idol,
He believed - the truth in love.

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