Текст песни Ростислав Чебыкин - Интеллигенты

How conceptual
The plane of the kitchen at zero hours!
We happened here
To philosophize again
About the crisis of the system in the hierarchy of things,
About everything that is in vain and in vain,
And how bad everything is in general!

We all do not reap, do not plow, do not forge -
We create topics for conversation.
We are all intellectuals
Intellectuals,
And so we live!

Your books are not published -
The topic, they say, is not the same;
Your exhibitions are bent
Since they are unprofitable.
And still you are a genius -
What is Sartre and Maupassant!
And who has achieved more than you yourself -
They are all mediocre pop!

We are waiting, but the prospects are
That we are in deep stasis, alas.
But we are intellectuals
Intellectuals -
Not like you!

Ruling regime,
Of course, it strangles and oppresses.
The intellectual elite will lead the people
To reorganize structures as such ...
However, once they changed them -
And something we are not better with others!

Miraculously, the regime will change again -
We will suffer in the kitchen and scold.
Intelligents are everywhere
Intellectuals,
Fucked up mother!