Текст песни Михаил Щербаков - Призвав решительность и строгость

Calling for determination and rigor,
tongue bragging cutting off,
I admit my wretchedness
before the greatness of others.

And no matter how subtle I am flattered,
no matter how much they sang nonsense to me,
as a gentleman, his powerlessness
I'm aware - ever since,

when we build a new world,
and indeed from scratch,
produced heroes,
which the land did not see.

The earth does not know sorrow hot,
than the one I wear myself ...

And my hero was a modest fellow,
existed as far as possible,
did not get acquainted with opal,
but he did not taste the titbit;

the young man did not crawl along the trench,
did not climb to the young ladies in the alcove,
He did not emigrate to Europe
because of ignorance of languages;

was self-taught in culture
and by nature - Robinson,
which in the real conjuncture
there is hardly any reason.

When around the excitement of thousands
and the political process,
whom I touch - Ivan Denisych,
wherever you spit - the CPSU,

he thought about Empedocles,
read Musset, appreciated Massenet
and in the winter he walked in his monocle,
and in the spring wore a pince-nez;

from the weak lungs waiting for a dirty trick,
I was looking for salvation in a doctor ...
I would not have thought about him badly,
if I thought at all.

The earth does not know sorrow hot,
than the one I wear myself ...

And since I did not think about him,
did not devote to him work,
He did not take a step, did not blow a whisker,
did not move a finger ever, -

so he did not become an example,
neither by a word nor by a ray.
So he disappeared inconspicuous,
so he disappeared - with nothing.

So he died - at the station,
in the express train, going to the south ...
Ah, why in Russia there is little
talents author, my friend?