The Poet

       What's the bad time for that lyric horse
       Of the gray-haired and weary poet.
       He would stop to be tortured and draw it
       But the need chatters close to his doors.

       But he can't understand up to now
       What's been happened with regular living,
       Where he needs to go for the forgiving
       Or to stay here just at the brow.

       Chorus:
       But he can't understand
       What to do? Where and how?..
       Where he needs to go for the forgiving
       Or to stay here just at the brow.

       Hungry thoughts fly and swim in distress,
       Boys throw stones close to glass and destroy it.
       But the Pegasus' run from the poet
       'Cause he's chosen the other address.

       But the time of decisions will come
       And the poet will live as the stranger,
       He will leave for abroad and the danger,
       But return for the death to his home...

       Chorus:
       But he can't understand
       What to do? Where to come?
       He will leave for abroad and the danger
       But return for the death to his home.