Дмитрий Бикчентаев, Игорь Доминич - Не родитесь поэты в провинции
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Poets are not born in the provinces
And if you were born, don’t meddle with Poets
Your ambitions will be funny here
May God give you many summers
There will be no glory or honors here
No blasphemy, no duel, no hard labor
And the poems you write at night
Well, you never know who croaks something

Poets are not born in the provinces
And if you were born, don’t meddle with Poets
There are different ways and traditions here.
God bless you for many years to come
Here the critic will not ridicule you politely
Editors won't cut it with edits
And the poems that at night you are undead
Well, you never know who barks something

Poets are not born in the provinces
And if you were born, don’t meddle with Poets
Messiahs and seers are not needed here
May God give you many summers
Here other melodies are heard
Here it is paid with another coin
And poems are not written at night
Well, you never know who’s crying
And poems are not written at night
Well, you never know who’s crying