Текст песни Аркадий и Александр Брязгины - Поэты нас поймут

Poets will understand us, and others hardly
But the northern edges of these not know wonders:
Fargian wharfs behind the smoke veil
(a wave in a shcherbaty wave is knocking on them);

and pebbles, under the foot sliding on the beach,
Fisherman, all day bull taking to heating
and mas heavy wings, free wings and even
Flammable dog, which penetrates us through the fence.

And dark bodies on white bedspreads,
Asleep as a rescue sailor.
Only buoy, which in the storm still thudded
In the harmony of nature makes a skew ...

Poets will understand us, and others hardly ...
But how, tell me, live when from recently
spent only on small details
already no longer fiery motor?