Witchcraft theme

[Intro: Atmospheric sounds, wind whistle, bird cries, locomotive whistle, vibrating hum] I finished my race with alcohol, And the crazy days of yore fell asleep, And I no longer dream of running, Behind the skirts Raising that dust... I was. I'm too lazy to take care already, And wander around in secret from his wife, And beer and vodka are not needed, I don’t want to climb into a cronyism hut, [Instrumental break] I still couldn’t find myself in business, In empty and unnecessary ones, To be guilty without guilt, In the company of drunken friends, Not friendly Routine of days on weekends, I'm pretty tired And then one day at me, The sun flowed with its current. [Instrumental break] It didn’t take long for things to get serious, I didn’t see any friends there Like-minded people in it, And the bots just wandered here and there, All songs are for the sake of pampering, I created for my wife, And the muse arrived with interest, Just see what it will be. I got old poems The ones I once wrote, And the muse accepted me into its ranks, On probation as a soldier. [Instrumental break: Drum march] I invited a friend to the suno, He tormented Lyra for no reason, And he began to write poetry, For the songs of a real man. Not so much that he wrote with zeal, Work, home, worries, And only in general sometimes, He had trips to Suno. [Drum roll] But I completely disappeared, I played about three songs a day, And sometimes I neither ate nor slept, It was interesting for the muse and I, After half a year it cooled down, Many acquaintances appeared Now I create songs When you're not lazy And when the bed is under me, Not the road... [Instrumental fade out] [End