Lyrics Владимир Шандриков - Снова был в редакции и снова...

Conversation with the editor

In Odessa, 1977 ...

Again was in the editorial office and again
Got back his poems:
"Very fresh. Write intelligent ..."
And in the print did not take any rows.

"You are talent, you are a real genius!
But rather, you can become
If themes for poems
You will select graceful.

Well, why tell me, why
Are you all storing about thin?
Do we have other topics
Bring something else. "

I stood like a horse at the trough,
Dropping the leaf of lush words,
Fortochka was half open -
He looked at her life.

Somewhere there are invisible walked
Hundreds unidentified like me
Other foreheads also broke,
Puttingful teeth in the rivy.

And then on you and a semide
Convinced the editor of the conspiratorist
Digging into the brain my corkscrew:
Neither what, they say, these conversations!

And then with a smile, walking,
He said, blowing off his shoulders:
"Well, come on, write, only better!
You know myself - what a policy ... "

I remembered the type of this stupidity,
Dogging the word office:
"You look at meanness and crime
As for the atponality of being. "

I must go a different gait
Past gossip, grief and advertising,
Nothing that left smells!
Nothing to right in the face of the ladies!

What are the boys drinking, drinking,
So that already captures the breath
And then fighting, beating
Unfamiliar, acquaintances and relatives.

"What is this - if someone cries,
If someone razor exposed ...
It does not mean anything to
SE WA! "- I told the type.

I go with a casually gait
Mim to rubbish, woni and offended.
Nothing that the girlfriend smells like vodka!
Nothing that conscience says ...