Текст песни ВАНТУЗ - ТРИ КУПЛЕТА

I have nothing to add to what was said earlier.
Write does not allow poems to me state
After all, I reached the edge of my own fault
And only I will have to answer for this
I tried to write something all day
Went for inspiration ice cream to buy
But nothing happened attempt number three
Honestly, I have inside
I feel so disgusting now
And I am terribly ashamed of all this really
I guess I did not get enough sleep and the truth is so
But this circumstance is not a reason to make slag.
There are some other personal problems.
It is rather a reason to get away from the main topic.
I want to write the words to the music
But in this direction the head does not cook

Chorus writing without music seems to make me feel better
Already there are three couplets
This is much better than what I wrote.
When tired of writing this morning
Two cherished Saturday for
Record day is more important than damn work
There have never been such a thing this year.
What would have been done in a couple of days

I will write at night, let even three days
Finishing the song in time is more important for me.
Another attempt yet to sleep early
I delete everything from scratch to start
I will not wake up tomorrow, I will not eat
Words are needed as air I breathe texts
Sutra still leaving his bed
First, I remember if I had time to finish
If I managed everything is normal, I continue to live
Otherwise, I will not be able to forgive myself.
Then I try to remember at least a couple of words.
But my memory is worse in the morning than donkeys
It was always easy to come up with something new.
From the moment when it all began
And now the hitch and this new verse
I mildly act like a psycho

It seems to become easier and released at night
Find out where I get this power from.
Almost finished the text and seems happy with it
But judging by the symptoms, I am sick
Nobody forbids self-realization
Such are our rules for all civilization.
I can do what I want no one I decree
But if I don’t like it myself I’ll go to the toilet
My piggy bank is not full of coins.
How about a penny letters there are collected in a couplet
There is not much room left inside.
Sorry I can't roll my brains like dough
While I like it I do it with a soul
And I will do so while I live
Belief in yourself is stronger only strengthened doubts
Implementation success in the amount of patience