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Бессердечный мотив этой жизни
Рвется в душу, коверкает ум.
Не достигнуть Небесной Отчизны,
Если в сердце бессмысленный шум,
Если в ритме безумные чувства
Застилают глаза пеленой.
То, что здесь называют искусством –
Искушенье для чистых душой.
Чтобы меньше осталось смиренья,
В нас вливают пленительный яд
Упаковочного самомненья
От «бесценных» картонных наград.
Надо жить в маскарадных костюмах,
Чтоб успеть за блестящей мечтой,
И, достоинство вымерив в суммах,
Перейти на бессмысленный вой.
И «по-ихнему» бесцеремонно
Надо с детства развязно хамить,
Чтобы совесть и скромность резонно
Успокоить и похоронить.
Беспокойство несвойственно ныне,
Если где-то украл миллион,
И, конечно, любимой гордыне
В телевизорах яркий прием.
Современность корежит от веры,
Мол, отживший давно атавизм.
Во главе бездуховной химеры –
Колдуны, НЛО, атеизм.
Ну а главное – делай, что хочешь,
Если Господа нет – веселись!
Только дьявол над вами хохочет,
Вот и будет веселая жизнь.
The heartless motive of this life
It breaks into the soul, distorting the mind.
Do not reach the celestial homeland,
If a senseless noise is in the heart,
If the rhythm is crazy feelings
Close their eyes with a veil.
What is called art here -
Sunnyness for pure soul.
So that there is less humility.
Captive poison is poured into us
Packaging summers
From "priceless" cardboard awards.
We must live in masquerade costumes,
To be in time for a brilliant dream,
And, having measured dignity in sums,
Go to a meaningless howl.
And "in any way" unceremoniously
It is necessary to cheer over since childhood,
To make conscience and modesty reasonable
Calm and bury.
Anxiety is unusual now,
If you stole a million somewhere,
And, of course, beloved pride
The TVs are bright.
Modernity makes up from faith,
Like, atavism that has long had long been.
At the head of the soulless chimera -
Sorcerers, UFOs, atheism.
Well, most importantly - do what you want
If there are no gentlemen, have fun!
Only the devil laughs at you,
So there will be a fun life.
It breaks into the soul, distorting the mind.
Do not reach the celestial homeland,
If a senseless noise is in the heart,
If the rhythm is crazy feelings
Close their eyes with a veil.
What is called art here -
Sunnyness for pure soul.
So that there is less humility.
Captive poison is poured into us
Packaging summers
From "priceless" cardboard awards.
We must live in masquerade costumes,
To be in time for a brilliant dream,
And, having measured dignity in sums,
Go to a meaningless howl.
And "in any way" unceremoniously
It is necessary to cheer over since childhood,
To make conscience and modesty reasonable
Calm and bury.
Anxiety is unusual now,
If you stole a million somewhere,
And, of course, beloved pride
The TVs are bright.
Modernity makes up from faith,
Like, atavism that has long had long been.
At the head of the soulless chimera -
Sorcerers, UFOs, atheism.
Well, most importantly - do what you want
If there are no gentlemen, have fun!
Only the devil laughs at you,
So there will be a fun life.