Текст песни Сергей Трофимов - Посвящение поэту

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The poet has a high soul
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Like the orbit of space stations.
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The poet has a pocket full of holes
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And the wife's expenses for the family.
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The poet's son is a fan of CSKA.
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And from the hum of football broadcasts
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The bastard muse fell into the fog
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Without leaving your business card.

For home, he is a quiet sadist
With the wild look of an obstetrician
If only I would sharpen knives in the house,
If only I could hammer a nail into the stool.
Lyuska has a neighbor - an masturbator
Made a career in erotica
You could even scribble a hit for fagots,
But where is there - a serious poet.

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And the other day at the poet's visit
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There was a prose writer Eugene Nesosznanska.
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I ate vodka and sobbed bitterly
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About holy Orthodox Russia.
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And then he swore, crossing himself,
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I hit my mother-in-law with Icelandic herring
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And under a terrible family scandal
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Was sent home by taxi.

Oh, what a really longing
Search for infinity in man
And torment the euphonious minor
Choking in the breech loop.
But a string pierces the sky.
Forcing a gloomy eternity
Turn your gaze for a moment
To the land crying with pain

The poet has a high soul ...