Текст песни Андрей Макаревич - Меня очень не любят эстеты

Aesthetes don't like me very much,
Like, he became somehow different,
Like, the fate of a rebel and a poet
I exchanged for a chef's hat,
Because I am not subject to clamps,
And, alas, I'm not friends with unisex,
And I'm not at war with the regime yet,
And I still don't smoke marijuana,
And that, according to Russian tradition,
I couldn't die ahead of time
And fell off the narrow path,
On which Russian rock crawls.
I answer them all in front of the people,
What for years and days
I really dreamed of freedom,
That including from their chatter,
And always, if I could, I got rid of
From what interfered with walking,
And at the same time he remained himself,
And I only walked on my own
And, without asking the aesthetes for advice,
He himself decided where to swim for the ship ...
Aesthetes don't like me very much. For that
I don't really like them either.