Текст песни Dry - Поэт

The poet must be hungry in the silence of the night
Old photo albums memory flows like a river ...
Notepad files replenished system
Slow motions, smoke somewhere in the sky ...
How much is your truth worth if you are corrupt?
How much for these years we cooked porridge together
How many questions for which there are simply no answers
Or finding them, we understand that they are not ...
Dragged view, they see everything differently
Lyrics are not eaten by those who make this show!
Lyrics, I will say more - this is the word of the great
Poetry is sadness, quotes, movies, books ...
Doing this business - the laws of our time
Of course it would be nice if I was full
But the main thing here is not a challenge, but a matter of honesty.
If I die of hunger, then he is so great ...
Do you want from the heart? It is unlikely someone will notice!
Do you want from the heart? Well then, I'm here!
While this sun above my head still shines,
You will hear it, but I beg you NOT TO GOD!

I will continue to move forward
I will believe and not know what awaits me there ...
And even if one day the spirit leaves the body,
I know, I believe, someone will understand it.
I will continue to move forward
I will believe and not know what awaits me there ...
The night will change during the day, and this sun will rise
The pain will change the grace, the scar on the soul will pass.

Do not prove to anyone that you respect
For hearts in contact, no, sorry ...
Friends are more precious to me, but time takes them
Whom at will, and who is now upstairs in the audience ...
Just a reasoning, but in every line the meaning
Just my opinion, but for someone it is the essence ...
Now I like a dog sitting on a steel leash
But I promise, I'll carry it with the booth ...
How many fake smiles, how many fake words,
How many mistakes are made! One of them is love!
These are vital trifles, but in fact life is one of them ...
How many people said: & quot; Do not hang your nose, bro, hold on! & Quot;
And in a dark room, soaked in smoke and cold,
Sound in one piece collected, he wrote, voicing in a whisper:
& quot; The poet must be hungry in the silence of the night ... & quot;
I will finish writing, on a key, so that no one reads ...

I will continue to move forward
I will believe and not know what awaits me there ...
And even if one day the spirit leaves the body,
I know, I believe, someone will understand it.
I will continue to move forward
I will believe and not know what awaits me there ...
The night will change during the day, and this sun will rise
The pain will change the grace, the scar on the soul will pass.

And then there are a dozen tracks in the playlist, but with a fake ...
And messages, those who .. Production ...
He is not so important to them, the main thing is to bring the truth,
And make it clear what I breathe, write and see the audience.
Of course, you can make mud, which is like in a store,
Of course, but only the choice is too great ...
This is too much, but these are thoughts from the world,
I will be sincerely pleased if you have understood it!
In the slivers of the soul, and the mind can not decide
Do not interfere, he always has something to say
Well, how to say, how should this type,
What does the world see in a different way or just in the head sdvig ...
They say crazy, but at least went
In his little world, carrying a bag,
Giving people shock by the purity of their words,
Closing the door in the evening, he finished the day at noah!

I will continue to move forward
I will believe and not know what awaits me there ...
And even if one day the spirit leaves the body,
I know, I believe, someone will understand it.
I will continue to move forward
I will believe and not know what awaits me there ...
The night will change during the day, and this sun will rise
The pain will change the grace, the scar on the soul will pass