Текст песни Жабенок дмитрий - В конце дождливого апреля

At the end of the rainy April
What drove the whole city sleep
In my apartment settled genius
Pursues me everywhere in everything
And even let it go out
Last window along a young alley
And local docks
Pave the wet noses
My "neighbor" will sweat
At warm battery
And looking at night
Will twist your mustache
Poems should be on paper! -
Screaming commanding he
But no matter how I tried
Run and hide
He sat down firmly in his head
He sat down firmly and not the bottom of the bottle
And in wiser where the corner
He is present in a pocket hole
As in the riddle there is a hint
I am very difficult to understand the feelings
Anxiety? Fear? I lost my past
Probably such a fee for art
Where all possible becomes a dream

In my apartment settled genius
Now he sleeps, pressed his knees to his chest ...