Текст песни Александр А.В.С. Скворцов - Стихам и их поэтам

POEMS AND POET

In all ages, from the birth of the planets,
Verse lonely, ragged and ridiculed.
Sorry, there is no such profession - a poet!
We are taught to those who had long been there,
And feel will be too late.

Vain hopes of tearing the rind,
Verse forced to wander the mezhdushyu!
To the umpteenth time, waking up in the morning,
Through the pain to understand that everyone can not stomach,
And perish in the depths of the bottomless mug.

The moves are all predetermined in advance,
From the first stanza before a black coffin.
Poets have the power not needed
(Only the dead - the heritage of the country!)
Now - and people do not particularly ...

A blind man not dokrichatsya deaf
But I believe that the dawn will come true!
Release us past sins ...
Through time, let hear Lyrics
And come alive in the memory of the poet!

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