Текст песни Н. Гринько - Про поэта

The crowd did not like the poet, hated with all my soul
Because in all the newspapers they wrote that he was bad.
Like, he is bullshit, and not an artist and Soviet defame everyday life,
And therefore he must be cursed and forgotten by everyone.

The crowd fell in love with the poet after a couple of decades
Because in all the newspapers they wrote that he was a poet.
They say, and dashingly dives into the water, and does not burn on fire in the kitchen,
And he also receives orders, writes books, sits on the jury.

The crowd fell out of love with the poet and spits at him,
Because in all the newspapers they write that he sings in the wrong place.
I don’t praise him for that and I don’t scold him for everything,
It's just strange that we love poets only when we are told. (x2)