Текст песни Del Sphagnum - Душа поэта
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Душа поэтаЯ грязный неделю, стою на пороге
Между входом домой и в храм к господу богу.
И пусть я ценю здесь любое мгновение,
Но здесь в двух стенах мне нет вдохновения.
Чувствуешь, но вспоминаешь ли?
Видишь ли, но представляешь ли?
Чувствуешь, но понимаешь ли?
Слышишь, но слышишь ли, слышишь, слышишь?.
Слышишь, душа поэта, охладевает рядом где-то…
Взгляд на серые дома и лица.
Свет не излучает даже солнце.
Жёлтым электричеством на кухне одиночества,
Так несвоевременно, так угасает творчество.
Просыпаюсь я один, вижу неба потолок,
И мне так же дорог его каждый кусок.
Безответная взаимная любовь ко всему,
Я в погоне за тем, что вот сейчас… ну вот... вот тут…
Кажется, что так будет каждый раз.
Я в погоне за тем, что вот смотри… ну вот… сейчас…
Poet’s soul
I am dirty standing on the threshold for a week
Between the entrance to home and to temple of the Lord.
And even if I appreciate here every moment,
In two walls I do not have inspiration.
You feel but do you remember?
You see but do you imagine?
You feel but do you understand?
You listen but do you hear, hear, hear?
Do you hear the poet’s soul is cooling down nearby somewhere…
Glance on grey houses and faces.
Sun even doesn’t shed the light.
Yellow electricity on the kitchen of loneliness,
Creation dies away so untimely.
I wake up alone and see the sky of ceiling,
And every piece of it is dear to me.
Unrequited mutual love to everything.
I am in chase of that is now… right here…
It seems that it will be every time.
I am in chase of that is… look… right here… now…
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The poet's soulI've been dirty for a week, standing on the threshold
Between the entrance to my home and the temple to the Lord God.
And let me value every moment here,
But here within two walls I have no inspiration.
You feel, but do you remember?
You see, but do you imagine?
You feel, but do you understand?
You hear, but do you hear, do you hear, do you hear?
You hear, the poet's soul, is growing cold somewhere nearby...
A look at the gray houses and faces.
Even the sun does not emit light.
With yellow electricity in the kitchen of loneliness,
So untimely, so creativity fades.
I wake up alone, I see the ceiling of the sky,
And every piece of it is just as dear to me.
Unrequited mutual love for everything,
I'm chasing after that right now... well... right here...
It seems like it will be like this every time.
I'm chasing after that, look... well... right now...
Poet's soul
I am dirty standing on the threshold for a week
Between the entrance to home and to the temple of the Lord.
And even if I appreciate here every moment,
In two walls I do not have inspiration.
You feel but do you remember?
You see but do you imagine?
You feel but do you understand?
You listen but do you hear, hear, hear?
Do you hear the poet's soul is cooling down nearby somewhere...
Glance on grey houses and faces.
Sun even doesn't shed the light.
Yellow electricity on the kitchen of loneliness,
Creation dies away so untimely.
I wake up alone and see the sky of ceiling,
And every piece of it is dear to me.
Unrequited mutual love to everything.
I am in pursuit of that is now… right here…
It seems that it will be every time.
I am in chase of that is… look… right here… now…