Текст песни Александр Дулов - Я не поэт

Poems by Vasily Kurochkin

I'm not a poet - and not bound
        with muses
I am not deceived by neither deceitful nor right
        glory.
Betrayed homeland by unknown love,
        honestly
I put my feeling filial
        everything in her
But I can’t cry for joy
        with muck
Or smoke in the direction given
        incense
T-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t!

Climb rhymes with special happiness
        to power i
I do not find - whatever there
        arrived.
Well, they won’t give me for them at the Academy
        Prizes:
"There is nothing, they say, for reading folk
        fit.
No uplifting soaring
        genius
And not a single one for Petrusha and Vasenka
        fables. "
T-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t!

But to me mother nature itself was
        regulations,
Feeling simple giving equally
        of everybody.
If I rhyme free and bold
        will do
In addition, the impression is famous,
        honest -
In that, poetry will be abundant,
        strong
That is not even related to muses
        bond!
    Even muses
        bond!