Текст песни Владимир Береснев - Интеллигентный шансон

When you see no zgi at the entrance,
And the cloudy sky crushes the soul,
Cheap sausage and brown bread
I’ll stuff my stomach into my brains.
And so it will become filthy inside
That the world will appear brighter outside.
I think it could be worse
And I'm lucky, whatever you say:
        A typical urban intellectual -
        Dressed in one coat in winter and summer.
        It's not like a gangster with a gun
        Not a commercial agent
        On a shot.

How little people can loan -
You swallow wine and there’s nothing to return the debt ...
One hope no one is forever
Not money, and especially not us.
Sell ​​your mind more expensive
Another country or another era.
How this world is poorly structured
It is so painful to think with a sober head.
        A typical urban intellectual -
        I know everything and can do a lot,
        But I don’t have anything
        At a particular historical moment,
        It's a shame.

Lilac blooms, my soul hurts
For the future of the Russian people.
I am accustomed to this kind of sadness
When I sit, a newspaper rustling,
On the bench just painted
Not knowing, of course, about this.
The bench is painted green
And I dream of a big family ...
        A typical urban intellectual
        Able to give healthy offspring -
        I am sitting in the garden, hoping to get to know each other.
        Someone came up ... Yes, it’s a cop!
        Well hello ...