Текст песни Владимир Береснев - Интеллигентный шансон

When at the entrance not see any DIG,
And crushes the soul overcast sky,
Cheap sausage and black bread
Nabyu stomach for the best brains.
And so it will be rotten inside,
What the world will seem brighter outside.
I think it could have been worse,
And I'm lucky, whatever you say:
        Typical urban intelligentsia -
        Dressed in one coat in winter and summer.
        To me is not what a gangster with a gun,
        Not suitable commercial agent
        On the shot.

As a few people can lend -
Glotnesh wine and bring back the debt so nothing ...
One hope is that no one is eternal,
No money, and even more so - not us.
Sell ​​your mind would be more expensive
The other country or another era.
About how this world is bad,
It hurts to think sober.
        Typical urban intelligentsia -
        I know everything and know how much,
        But neither of which it does not have
        In a particular historical moment,
        It's a shame.

Lilac blooms, hurts my soul
For the future of the Russian people.
Habitual my sadness of this kind,
When I am sitting, the paper rustling,
On the freshly painted bench
Not knowing about this course.
Bench painted green
And I dream of a big family ...
        A typical urban intellectual,
        Able to healthy offspring -
        I am sitting in the garden, in the hope of getting to know.
        That someone came ... Well yes it cop!
        Well, hello ...