Текст песни Каста - Беренцев

Don’t you know Daniil Berentsev? -
He will meet you soon!
Have you heard of such an author? -
Get it tomorrow!

Don’t you know Daniil Berentsev? -
He will meet you soon!
Have you heard of such an author? -
Get it tomorrow!

In literary reviews
From disputes and friction
Smoke is pouring out - it smells like a quarrel and a bonus!
Berentsev's past novel - this author -
I’ve been familiar to readers from all over the world for a year and a half now!
All these months the writer Berentsev
Rarely comes out - doesn’t share with anyone
Thoughts are the firstborn,
Like in a cage
He is deaf and dumb
He imagines something in the depths:
"I'm hanging around,
I'm digging inside
I'm rummaging-
You can't even make a story out of this!
How disgusting I am with my morality!
Maybe it’s time to sculpt a detective novel?..
The kind that makes your heart ache
To hold the pulse,
So that fate is decided
So that the crowd comes running
And so that the reader, feeling pity,
Freeze...
And his eyes would shine with moisture!"
So Berentsev with blood and sweat
Looks for inspiration in the cold
Tea with bergamot,
With cake-
In front of him is a laptop with Word,
Let's see what's there...
But just between us...

You don’t know Daniil Berentsev? -
You will meet him soon!
Have you heard of this author?
We'll see what's there, but just between us...

There are few successful writers!-
I don't envy you
To the authors who suffered the fate of the venerable one -
They smell it with their nostrils
And they are hungry
And how they stare at the cooks -
Who will drop something...
The cooks are floating in the smoke of spices,
They create, divorced from reality,
They rattle with cutlasses,
kitchen boards,
They litter with drafts,
Pieces, sketches...
The cooks found out
Like people, without covering their shame,
They ate their dishes while lying in front of the TV -
They grabbed from the stove with their fingers:
"Oh, how hot!"
Already, without chewing, they swallowed,
Wiping the fat with your shoulder!
The cook took off his cap
I quit my business
Seeing how hungry the creatures are
They dragged it off the table!
Threw dough at them -
Pieces of insipid text,
Essay on a local scale,
Old press!..
How he yelled at them!
Maral manuscripts,
Then I read the moral
To my fellow chefs! -
Berentsev has been stuck here for a long time...
I completely went into the astral plane, to the bottom...
And I came to my senses!..

Don’t you know Daniil Berentsev? -
He will meet you soon...

Damn the coat!
Down with the scarf, out with the hat!
Whom did you sons of bitches want to take?!
Here he is - under the lantern below -
I was a speck - now I will become a beam in my eye!
Come on, vomiters corrupted by everyday life,
Beneficiaries of conscience, prisoners of lust!
Where are you, gossipers, kitchen judges?!
Have you covered up your stinking pits at night?!
Stop hiding! Open the loggias!
Well, show yourself to me! - I'll spit in your faces!
I will trample you all!
I'll smash it to smithereens!
Look, here I am, under the lantern below!

"This is Berentsev, this is Berentsev!.."

Here's Berentsev! Here's Berentsev!
Here, eat! Choke!
Where did you hide?!
Look here!
Why are you quiet?!
Are you scared?!
Or are they extinct?!
Did you piss yourself?!
They wanted to eat me - devour me alive -
Well, here I am!
Damn, where are you!!!

Have you heard of such an author? -
Get it tomorrow!

Don’t know Daniil Berentsev? -
He will meet you soon!
Have you heard of such an author? -
Get it tomorrow!..