Текст песни Игорь Лазарев - Подражание вагантам

For several years in my skull floor
Resonate line of great poets.
I sit on the hill and dale residents
Do not hurry up with bread, wine and cakes.

To be a poet - calling is not for the faint hearted
So that in the column & quot; occupation & quot; be bold dash,
Drink wine and eat from the old canned
We need a couple of times a month to write three lines.

We do not sow and plow,
We fool around
We think about the fate of the world, lounging on the grass
I can so little
But surely -
By the number of convolutions in my stupid head.

Today the fate served me signs:
As if for the edification of my gadgets
On the top shelf fell thick volume Pasternak
And painfully hit me on the head

We do not sow and plow,
We fool around
We think about the fate of the world, lounging on the grass
I can so little
But surely -
By the number of convolutions in my stupid head.