Текст песни Добрый хирург - Чернила

You write life your feather
As a poetess before the table
Dream of secret about your
Sit and write
And the rain is knocking outside the window
Dream runs under the pen
And you do not hear anything
And you do not hear ...

Changing on the little things
Dedicated to empty speeches
All your life
But you continue to write
Your not tired wait
Desire.

Here is the thunder and on the sheet
Ink will leave your mark
Leave the trace and forever
The string will disappear
One line is spoiled
Never remember her
And with her died a dream
As in the old song ...

Ink ended long ago
The old woman stares down the window
With oblique
And nowhere to run
The dream is no longer added
In your rows.