Текст песни Андрей Земсков - Виртуальная жизнь

I was told that the poets were not needed by people,
That the crowd has long been not chosen to the impoverished poet,
And the poets of the population do not have to disturb.
There is no censorship - but there are no books too! ..

Sounded the mass conformist and informal,
Everyone in computers buried themselves and slept themselves,
Musical culture was adjusted under the format,
Rostropovich bought, and Vysotsky crucified.

They say intellectuals now waiting for other cleaning:
They will take them as agents, and water as terrorists.
Multiple powered by machine-gun smoker
And Georgian Okudzhavi from Moscow will postmomly shut ...

Time - on the guitar split!
Wind on Tverskoy Boulevard!
Classic, even on the word I decide!
Hello, virtual life!

I was told that today the world is especially cruel:
Cataclysm for cataclysm The whole planet in a trembling throws.
And Russia on Nord-Oste (this is Northeast),
Having hoped the breath, looks like special forces of children save.

Let then water the press from the ears
But - Thank you, guys, that we left not in English!
On the soldier's epaulets, only urms do not care.
Their Kabatskom chanson is so not singed like Vertinsky sang.

What poet nine grams? Bullet - grief from the downturn ...
And already under the phonogram sinks "Stars",
A thorith almost on the tank path to the pop olimpu -
Miaryl someone else's "grandmas" and push the people "Lipa".

Autumn, - Maples are waiting for cold
Near the patriarchal ponds.
Master, what with you? Hold on!
Hello, virtual life!

November 2002.