Текст песни тот который кот домашний - так по разному

I downloaded the emotions on the disks
then deleted them, erased, and uploaded again
there half is not so, on the list,
two and a half in a dark cellar lie
there is sealed up in the bottle
the clouds are packaged here on the shelves
and a stream of thin from under the shelves of the fireplace
slowly comes out of the music soul
I have not written wrong years
the muse does not give me a new step
my ridiculous paper patterns
not at all right in ink lie
Well, no matter how you ask
yes that there did not ask, I did not try myself
me muse is the same as in last year's film
not making the correct result
I write for nothing, I do not finish this verse
like a force torn out of the shackles probably
on the nerves finish the finished etude
those notes that came up in a dream edema