Текст песни Лёха Никонов - Теперь плевать, теперь мне похуй

I do not care now,
fuck me now.
You know better,
What is good, what is bad,
You points are placed above and,
But there you have no faith, no love.
You judge me,
But who you are? -
Dirt poet under his feet!
You live, to earn
And rest on Saturday,
Uzhravshis beer in the pub ...
And I squeezed in a fist
All the secrets of the world and the star,
And if you see me when
I understand it...
Then maybe b ...
Of course not!
What could earn a poet
At the beginning of the mad century -
Only insults and dirt from the Internet,
The applause at concerts
And a neurologist stamp in the recipe.
But at a time when all over again is bad,
When the ends grass,
When not care when all fuck,
Suddenly, the words appear
And the world is spinning, brightens the night,
From being a viscous pit
Sparkle, a moment comes -
My dream!