| How do you write songs from interesting topics?
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| Where do the writers get their inspiration?
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| Journalists ask: "Give us an answer!"
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| I didn't even think of making a secret out of it
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| I have a set of cubes with pictures
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| I will mix them in a special bag
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| I spill it on the floor - wow!
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| This is a real rap constructor
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| And if I couldn't collect pictures
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| Then I sit down right there to write a letter to the muse
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| Making a request to help me
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| Then the song comes in the mail
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| One of your hundred old friends writes to you
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| Somehow my style became not pleasant to everyone, and
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| Not so syllable here, and everything is not in the right direction
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| I can’t tie even two words into a knot
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| Something is constantly spinning on the tongue,
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| But there is no rhythm or music in my head
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| Muse, drop it on my mailbox in the morning
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| A couple of new verses - zmey@kasta.ru
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| Like a gangster, trunk; |
| like a lady, perfume
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| I need a healthy flow, I need a new hit
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| I will be very glad to receive a prize from you
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| In general, I'm waiting for a letter, and hurry up
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| I call the muse, ay-ay! |
| Ay! |
| Ay!
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| I call the muse, ay-ay! |
| Ay! |
| Ay!
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| I won't come to you, I won't come, and don't wait
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| I won't come to you, I won't come, write yourself
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| I won't come to you, I won't come, and you don't wait
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| Feel free to go to the disco "Who is over forty"
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| Or throw yourself into the river if you are in a quarrel with the muse
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| Do not compose poetry without her supervision
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| A bunch of thoughts, like puppies, cannot be collected in a pack
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| And the hero thought to return his wings
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| The method is not so hot, but it works stably
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| Enough of the letter with an invitation to dinner
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| The muse is very hungry - you don't need to call twice
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| Yeah, right now, the muse is hungry! |
| Well, she will come to you, and what will you tell her?
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| HZ!
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| Hello muse, your blouse suits you so well
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| And a smile plus pearl beads
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| To begin with, I will say: I am upset by the embarrassment
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| In vain then I growled like a guitar with a fuzz
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| I would soar high and spill like a river
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| You, like a narcissist, see yourself in my poems
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| I'm not afraid to work hard together
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| And I have a toast to our union with you
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| I won't come to you, I won't come, and don't wait
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| I won't come to you, I won't come, write yourself
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| I won't come to you, I won't come, and you don't wait
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| I dedicate lines to this city
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| Its center, every meter
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| I dedicate the lines to Bel... yes it can't be
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| Are you sending, muse, the same thing to everyone?
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| I'm getting this for the third time from you over the net
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| Muse, visit me, let's sit, we'll listen, sit
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| Something to eat, I need wisdom
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| Your gray hairs, otherwise I will send you to Siberia
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| Even if I am not authorized, but nights and days
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| As preoccupied, waiting for my turn
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| I'm without you, by the way, like a dog on the sidelines
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| After all, there is no urine to compose something yourself
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| In short, I'm tired of begging you
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| I leak your mailing address to the network, voila
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| You will be bombarded with letters by everyone who is not lazy
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| I'm sorry, but my inner voice told me so
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| I call the muse, ay-ay! |
| Ay! |
| Ay!
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| I call the muse, ay-ay! |
| Ay! |
| Ay!
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| I won't come to you, I won't come, and don't wait
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| I won't come to you, I won't come, write yourself
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| I won't come to you, I won't come, and you don't wait |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Муза уч. Искра, artist - Каста.