Текст песни 8 Часов До Берлина - Не угоден

Not pleasing
By frazzled earth was home to the poet himself
In a quiet corner of a modest write a lot of lines
It was not an easy road between life and country
Between war and peace he was singing to his home
He had all his eyes
I lived all and was not holy
Only paper and pen as a clear thundered thunder
Not pleased but free
But the news is not appropriate
Did not accept but worthy
Not without a goal at gunpoint
Everybody liked him until he wrote about clouds
About birch and endless meadows of snow
But he touched their bodies for fraud has not forgiven
Do not forgive anyone in his hotel
He had all his eyes
I lived all and was not holy
Only paper and pen as a clear thundered thunder
Not pleased but free
But the news is not appropriate
Did not accept but worthy
Not without a goal at gunpoint