Текст песни Сергей Михайлов Тюмень - Исповедуйся перед поэтом

Confess to the poet, priest
Name the real name, not a nickname vain
Tell you is black was inside, not outside
The first time I say to myself, do not listen.

Confess to the poet, priest
That's ten more difficult - step-collar wear
How to forgive all that say yes vkrugoryad
Tell us three times more than they say.

Why is your kingdom gloomy arranged shop
Why all the secrecy than in the Soviet head office
Why all eyes are empty, nobody glad
Why so frightened looks Seryoga Radonezh

Repent of every ten sins humane
A poet praises a little, but in a hundred dialects
You say you are a woman who is already guilty -
Rifmoplёt its Kuta - but in his own, aposticha.

He is a poet, pray with everyone remembers God
Exchanged for a short century his pride.
It is not right for everyone, but for all the answers.
Naiskril stars in the darkness, he hanged himself.

Confession to a poet, otselnik
Before crying nebookim Yesenin.
Loudly puppy Vladimir.
Previous desperate Marina.

Why they're not saints and sinners
Although they entertain inconsolable soul? ..
And lie Trusted lacrimal Tomiki
Next to the Bible in a quiet room.

Sergei Mikhailov Tyumen 2015