Текст песни Старовер - Смерть поэта

I'm tired of soaring
Between day and bottom.
I only have to
Consolation in alcohol.

I wrote under the table
But not a cloth ...
I only have to
Get up and jump out the window.

I hate the world too much
And he is stronger than me.
It is God's creature
Seeks to make me-
Where are you still sick ??

And my fate is not easy
And apparently I'm right.
What trampled in shit
It's all to blame ...

I wrote poetry
Rejoicing in the spring.
People smiling
Following the "fool" they shouted to me.

I wandered then
Like a holy fool.
Humming this
Simple motive.

I hate the world too much
And he is stronger than me.
It is God's creature
Seeks to make me-
Where are you still sick ??

And my fate is not easy
And apparently I'm right.
What trampled in shit
Tipsy poet
It's all to blame ...

I'm from the top now
Watching the world.
I can't see it from above
No hope, no love.

And when I lived
I tried to give them.
But much easier
Crush everything and break everything.

I hate the world too much
And he is stronger than me.
It is God's creature
Seeks to make me-
Where are you still sick ??

And my fate is not easy
And apparently I'm right.
What trampled in shit
It's all to blame ...