Текст песни Владимир Ключников - Слово о Русской поэзии

Let me put in a word
About our Russian poetry,
About how everything happens is boring
And densely in verses between the lines,
How the flame flies in thoughts,
Who saw the blind.

Energy is tilting and pressing
In a gloomy basement cheese,
And the heart laughs and cries,
And the sapper wants to explode.

Therefore, art is drilled
A machine, measuring talent,
But they take propaganda storm
The culprits of ashes are eating.

Roads throw under their feet
And I understand that it is right!
Do not glue the split skull.
And I see: at the end of the line - darkness ...