Ты говоришь, что ты не пишешь, С игрою...

You say you don't write
One thing with the game, don’t hear
More precisely, you can’t tell
As it was previously strung,
All sounds and words on a lanka phrase ...
As if by decree to play, write, write, play ...
 
You say and even believe
That in the hustle and bustle you do not keep up
Hastily run away again
From phrases in which not to lie,
Myself and sounds like rhinestones
They implicitly strive to play, by themselves ...
 
Let not diamonds ...
But still there is something for them to say ...
 
(Let the memory try not to forget)