Текст песни
When my new little rhyme is out and published
Deep in the portal's maze of "dot-dot-RU"
I feel so sick I find it all so rubbish
I’ll tear it down delete it start anew!
Who chopped this pile of wood and called it "verses"
Each line is just a monkey's wild grimace
I’d take this "maker" with his rhyming curses
To sell his flaws right in the market place
But for a "bard" like me no surgery or healing
Could fix my brain to reach a hack's degree
The court is powerless no use in all the pleading
Even Great Guberman would fail to rescue me!
The paper bears it all it cries but keeps on taking
But virtual fields with souls of liquid glow
Tremble in megabytes their resource-body aching
No scars from cursors and no pain to show
"The manuscripts don't burn" — we know it thieves and liars
We breed our fruits like beggars breed their kin
We think we prophesy through pixels and through wires
Wake up! We're eternal! No mausoleums for the Smileys' grin!
But for a "bard" like me no surgery or healing
Could fix my brain to reach a hack's degree
The court is powerless no use in all the pleading
Even Great Guberman would fail to rescue me!
The paper bears it all it cries but keeps on taking
But virtual fields with souls of liquid glow
Tremble in megabytes their resource-body aching
No scars from cursors and no pain to show
"The manuscripts don't burn" — we know it thieves and liars
We breed our fruits like beggars breed their kin
We think we prophesy through pixels and through wires
Wake up! We're eternal! No mausoleums for the Smileys' grin!
