Текст песни сердце - поэта

Ah, the heart did not hurt
in a frantic rhythm, the shoulders are shaking
dance dance, empty words
- that's all you love so much!

You are empty, there is no spark of God in you
And why did I love you
and why you chose sport
Rolling life rolls
on inclined board

Get out of the room
you push, you knock off a thought
postures are ridiculous - what a flirty!
your years are old

You are empty, there is no spark of God in you
Charm, if there was, then dried up, all the charm vysozlo
So blunted the arrows of the poet's heart,
about the poet's iron heart!