Текст песни Лёха Никонов - Стихотворение, которое я не хотел включать в сборник

Now don't give a damn
now I don't give a fuck.
You know better
what's good, what's bad
you dot the and,
but you have neither faith nor love.
You judge me
but who are you? -
mud at the poet's feet!
Live to earn
and rest on Saturday,
after eating beer in a pub ...
And I have it clenched in a fist
all the secrets of the world and the star,
and if you saw me when
I understand it...
then maybe ...
Of course not!
What a poet can deserve
at the beginning of the maddened century -
only insults and dirt from the Internet,
applause at concerts
and a neurologist stamp in the prescription.
But at the hour when everything is bad again
when the grass ends
when to spit, when to give a fuck,
suddenly words appear
and the world is spinning, the night is brightening,
from the viscous pit of being
sparkles, a moment appears -
my dream.

06.00.02.09.08.