Creative souls have a dream to learn
A happy life without money
In well-being and cozy comfort
Slacker immerses in songwriting
No worries about the income
No rent, no credit balance
No rat race, just strings and drumsticks
Are enough — and screw the schemes
For money spoils the art creation
Corrupts the essence of dreamers
What’s it that a human needs?
Just clothes, a roof and yummy dinners
If only there could time and shelter
Some coffee and unlimited smokes,
The rhymes would fall in perfect motive
And we’ll exist without mopes
Songs would roll out in huge print runs
Like the bills fresh from the minting
A sheaf of hits will storm world charts
Climbing the top pushing unflinching
Would pour like rain with the might of
Thunder, lightning’s sudden glory
To wake the deaf and to set alight
The crowd of fans that crave new stories
I really want to feel it one day
Be blessed with my empty pockets
And having zeroed-out bank accounts
Expired cards, ever missing profits
But not to starve or freeze and to
Quench my thirst with sparkling water
On earth, not heaven get it all
The cherished dream of lazy squatter
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Help this guy
To start anti-financial life
Need to find
Somewhere free
Of lawyers-keepers of hellfire
Come on, try
To build something an unusual type
Too much lying
Down to get up and play
As we desire
This is what this song sounds like in the original Russian language:
Lyudi tvorchestva mechtayut
Nauchitsya zhiti bez deneg
Chtob vdastatke i kamforte
Pesni mog pisati bezdelinik
Bez aglyadki na dahody
Bez gasheniya kamunalak
Bez kreditav vdovali byla
Strun i barabannyh palak
Dengi tvorchestvu meshayut
Dengi portyat chelaveka
Chelaveku mnogali nada? —
Bylab syto i adeta
Bylab vremya, bylab mesta
Bylib kofe, sigarety
I tagdab lazhilasi rifma
Na mativy i kuplety
Vyhadilib tirazhami
Kak banknoty na gaznake
Za hitom hit i atvazhna
Lezli na vershiny chartav
Abrushalisi by kak liveni
Letam s molniyami gromam
Na vseh, kto dazhe gluhie
Na tolpy zhazhdushih fanatav
Kak zhe hochetsya adnazhdy
Asaznati, chto ty vdrug schastliv
Bez kapeiki na karmane
I bez plastikavai karty
Stala vdrug teplo i sytna,
I ne muchieshsya s zhazhdy
Na zemle, a ne na nebe
Chto zhelal — paluchit kazhdyi
Pamagay
Sazdati antifinansoviy ray
Nuzhen kray
Gde net mesta
Yuristam tvaryam
Nachinay
Vklyuchati golavu i ponimay
Ih staya
No eto nasha igra
Tak sygraem