Текст песни Н. А. Некрасов - Поэт и гражданин

A son can not look calmly
On the mother's mother's mountain,
There will be no decent citizen
To the fatherland is cold in the soul,
He has no more bitter reproach ...
Go to the fire for the honor of our country,
For conviction, for love ...
Go, and perish faultlessly.
Dying is not for nothing, it's hard,
When the blood flows under him ...

And you, the poet! the chosen one of the sky,
The herald of the truths of the ages,
Do not believe that you do not own bread
Do not be prophetic of your strings!
Do not believe that people have fallen at all;
God did not die in the soul of people,
And a scream from a believing chest
Always available to her!
Be a citizen! serving art,
For the welfare of the neighbor live,
His genius subordinating the feeling
All-embracing Love;
And if you are rich in gifts,
They do not want to expose them:
In your work zableshchut themselves
Their life-giving rays.
Look: in the fragments of hard stone
A miserable toiler,
And from under the hammer flies
And the flame itself splashes!

П о о т т

I almost fell asleep.
Where are we to such views!
You've stepped too far.
To teach others is a genius,
A strong soul is needed,
And we with our soul are lazy,
Proud and fearful,
Do not stand a copper penny.
Hurrying to achieve fame,
We are afraid of falling out of the way
And we go by the trail,
And if we turn aside -
Disappeared, though run from the light!
What a wretch you are, the role of the poet!
Blessed is the silent citizen:
He, Muzam alien from the cradle,
His actions gentleman,
Leading them to a noble goal,
And his work is successful, the dispute ...

G arzhan din

Not a very flattering sentence.
But is it yours? Have you been told?
You could judge more correctly:
Therefore you can not be,
But a citizen must be.