CANO - GURU
текст песни

And again, silence carries me somewhere in the dark night,
For he writes without lies, his lines in a clumsy handwriting, darkness has fallen outside the window and it's as if everything has been replaced, he must describe with letters
What is happening in the world,
The day will come, young blood
Will eventually replace us, and I am sincerely glad
To meet people who believe in this,
In the booth I'll tear all my vocal cords
After that it will be easier for me
My face is hidden under a hood
Recognize me by my speech,
And I didn't look for such notes to be noticed here, the studio is our temple, our home
We heal our souls here
The doctor won't understand our gaze
Because we are from another world
When I was drowning in the swamp
The lyre extended its hand,
For it cannot deceive
Its messages are in letters
It will hang over the line all night
Ink, smoke, cigarette butts, glasses
He seeks the truth where he lives
Even in lying bitches,
A poet is alien to believing in what
Is spread in rumors,
And he will give what he has
For the good of his loved ones,
And if he looks you in the eyes
It means he sees sparks,
He will start a family, have children,
But he will not change the night,
He will sincerely love
To describe the wicked world,
For there is much to say
A change will come for the poet
For he is not weak if he left the work
Unfinished, yes, he has a word
In which he always believed,
And if he said it, then it will be,
Certainly without a doubt!
Twisted by the cold
His hand trembles, he writes something
He will go to great lengths for the truth
Someone will find themselves here,
The poet, accustomed to being alone
Yet there is a lot of love in him,
And since it came to him
He will be the best! He won't miss the rain,
He'll take the ink at the right time,
He's loved this sound since childhood,
The weather is like a painting,
He'll convey his thought concisely,
Which will be analyzed in detail,
The poet will drown his sadness in alcohol,
Which is strange for many!
He lost his notebook in the chaos,
And the wound is bleeding,
I swear to you, there is nothing stronger
On this earth than this intoxication!
Words can cut,
For the pen is a katana,
I was stagnant and thought I would die,
Like a drug addict's withdrawal,
When eyes look at you as if
You're sick, you've sunk into it,
Now she's come and I've taken my post again,
Abandon the plans you've made,
Her whisper is more important,
Go ahead and dictate, I'll accept everything,
Because I've never loved more strongly.