Добрый Хирург - Чернила
текст песни

You write your life with a pen
Like a poetess before the table
Dreaming secret about your
You sit and write
And the rain knocks outside the window
The dream flows under the feather
And you don't hear anything
And you don't hear ...

Changed for trifles
Dedicated to empty speeches
Your whole life
But you continue to write
Not tired of waiting
Desires.

Here the thunder will break and on the sheet
Ink will leave their mark
They will leave a trace and forever
The line will disappear
One line is spoiled
Never remember her
And the dream died with her
Like in an old song ...

The ink ended for a long time
The old woman stares out the window
With a scythe in the hands
And nowhere else to run
Dream not to finish
In your lines.