Текст песни Виталий Маршак - Ручной бомж

Time is a strict lady
Not allowing herself to be grabbed by the waist.
My parents bought a tame bum -
"Here, look what you will become, Vitalia."

I lock myself in the basement. I certainly don't believe it.
I’m an excellent writer and a wise poet.
I'm almost like Minaev and already like Pelevin,
And I'm only twenty years old.

I'm standing unshaven in a splattered T-shirt
And I shout through the door "Get out! Get out!"
I collected so many likes with my poems,
How many Jobs did not collect for the iPhone.

I built a public. I have grown a belly.
I even managed to plant a liver.
Is it my fault that fate is a whore
That doesn't want to provide for me. "

I fell silent, tearing my tired throat.
Wiping away my tears, I tremble like a woman.
I pour two glasses of parental vodka
I climb into a cage to a tame bum.