Текст песни Н. А. Некрасов - Поэт и гражданин

Son can not look calmly
On the mountain mother dear,
There will be a decent citizen
For homeland cold soul,
He has no bitter reproach ...
Go to the fire for the honor of the motherland,
For their beliefs, for the love of ...
Go and Gibney bezuprёchno.
Not die for nothing, it's durable,
When the blood flows underneath ...

And you, the poet! elect of the sky,
Herald truths centuries
I do not believe that it is not the possessing bread
Not worth your prophetic strings!
I do not believe, that all men have fallen;
God is not dead in the soul of people,
And the cry of the believing chest
Always be available to her!
Be a citizen! serving art
For the good of neighbor, live,
His genius subordinating sense
Vseobnimayuschey Love;
And if you're rich gifts,
They do not stand busily:
In your own work zableschut
Their life-giving rays.
Look: in pieces of hard stone
Poor worker shot,
And from the hammer flies
And the flame spurts of itself!