Александр Блок - поэты
текст песни

The desert quarter has grown outside the city
On the soil of swamp and ifing.
There lived poets, - and everyone met
Another arrogant smile.

In vain and day the light got up
Above this sad swamp;
His inhabitant devoted his day
Guilt and diligent work.

When they drove, then in friendship swore,
Chatted cynically and straight.
Under the morning they rushed. Then, locked,
Worked stupidly and zealo.

Then they got out of the booth like dogs,
Watched as the sea burned.
And gold of each passerby braids
Filmed with knowledge of the case.

Blooming, dreamed of an eyelid,
Ruging publishers together.
And cried bitterly over a small flower,
Above the little puff pearl ...

So lived poets. Reader and friend!
You think, maybe - worse
Your daily powerful sweep,
Your philistine puddle?

No, cute reader, my critic blind!
In extreme, there is a poet
And braids, and tuchci, and the eyelid eyelids,
You are not available all this! ..

You will be pleased with yourself and wife,
With its constitution Kutsoy,
But the poet is the worldwide
And there is little constitutions!

Let me die under the fence like a dog
Let life in the land of Vtoptala, -
I believe: that God lied me with snow,
That blizzard kissed me!