Sofit feat. Таня Акимама - Поэзия - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Poetry, poetry, poetry

Poems, poems, epigrams, stanzas

And with each letter the blade only sharpens

Satire, parable, confession, romance

Poetry, poetry, poetry

Epic, fable, parable, and prologue

And a cheerful song about a little ladder

Elegy, sonnet, and epilogue

Sashka Pushkin ran from the forest edge to dinner

Sanya didn't listen to his parents then

And now he's in Dantes' sights

Sad. A weapon is not a toy

And poor Lermontov

If only there was a wiretap. Just like now...

If only everyone knew he was just sleeping...

He'd settled comfortably on two pillows and was asleep...

Yes, without a pulse, but at least he wasn't snoring...

Anutka ended up in jail at the wrong time...

Forgetting her notebooks with poems at the station...And writing a new volume from memory...

Akhmatova will still be published to this day...

Nekrasov lent Turgenev money...And never got it back...

Tsvetaeva simply hung against the wall...And Mayakovsky, by the way, had an affair with her...

There are strangely many similar stories...During summer vacation, we drown in volumes...You can't become a poet, these are people of God...Their lines are on everyone's lips...

But not in the summer, not in first grade...

Reading a whole list of pompous phrases...We read, leaf through them, fall asleep to them...Gumilyov fell asleep, and here's second grade...

Poetry, poetry, poetry...Poetry, Poems, epigrams, stanzas

And with each letter the blade only sharpens

Satire, parable, confession, romance

Poetry, poetry, poetry

Epic, fable, parable, and prologue

And a cheerful song about a ladder

Elegy, sonnet, and epilogue