Текст песни Михаил Щербаков - Толпа художнику

CROWD - Artists
You - the artist, we - the crowd, you're smart, stupid crowd.
Strong mind a help to you, we have a help fortress forehead.
We mediocre, you - the talent, we pygmies, you - giant
we are subject, you are free, and the homeless, and the rich.

Your destiny - capped mountains, starlight, drunken space.
Our destiny - earth boredom, filth and confusion, darkness and nonsense.
But from the depths of the soul, we are directed to you.
If necessary, be calm, we will fulfill that need.

And when the stars from the mountain you go back to the churchyard,
we all love you bust erect to his full height!
But when the rainy day you sognёshsya under the cross,
we go to cut the crown of thorns, and you spletёm.

1987