Текст песни Роберт Рождественский - Винтики

Time to sort out the characters!
People are cogs.
Humans are the cogs ...
I myself was a cog. I tried it!

He was meek. Barely visible.
All my life I have to pay for it!
I myself, like a spring, untwist!
Believe a century.

And bow to you,
screw people, screw people.
Your hats are destined
assignment to each issued.

And not hats on you, but hats.
Caps of cogs, caps of cogs!
You wear out, you rust
do everything that is given to you.
And believe in your exclusivity!

However, this is not necessary.
Still break the desperate!
Anyway, you have to stay where they screw it,
in the stove, in the watch, in the tap, in the lid of the toilet.

Installed like that. It should be.
And - we will not be on this subject ...
Hail helical psychology!
Reign, slogan: "Not our business!"

Let it sound like a revelation!
Let the roads call in vain! ..
I do not believe - even burn, - I do not believe
into a wordless cog mind!

I do not envy humility
but trying to understand the era -
I do not believe that these are cogs
with a formidable space fussed.

What they turn gray over formulas
and children swaddled carefully.
In front of sensitive microphones
speak with a mad planet.

And the cars are amazing.
And fall in love inconsolably ...
I don't believe it's cogs
they hold our land on their shoulders! ..

Mid twentieth century
rusty symbols fly around ...
Be happy, Humans!
People are smart. People are strong.