Владимир Высоцкий - Баллад о детстве
текст песни

An hour to conceive, I remember inaccurately, -
So my memory is one-bed -
But I was conceived at night, erased
And appeared to the light not until the term.
I was not born in flour, not in malice, -
Nine months is not years!
I left the first time in the womb -
There is nothing good there.

Thank you, the saint, that they spit yes dunted,
What is suddenly my parents conceive me -
In those times, secluded, now - almost epic -
When the time is huge birds in the stages are long.
They were taken on the night of conception, and many - even earlier, -
But the brachia lives - my honest company!

The move, the brass, the move!
Words, stretching cute, words! ..
I received freedom for the first time
By decree from thirty eighth.
To know to me who Muurazhil so long -
Would love for a scoundrel!
But born, and I lived, and survived, -
House on the first mesh - at the end.

There behind the wall, behind the wall, behind the partition
The neighbor with a neighbor was bottled by vodka.
All lived in short, modestly, - the corridor system,
For thirty-eight rooms - just one restroom.
Here, the tooth did not get the tooth, did not warm the telogrechka,
Here I learned in addition, how much she is a penny.

... the neighbor was not afraid of sirens,
And got used to her mother little,
And I spoke - a healthy three-year one -
On air airs!
Yes not all that from above, - from God, -
And the people of "lighters" extinguished;
And, like a small front side -
My sand and a holey jug.

And beat the sun in three rays, through the holes of the roofs are signed,
On Evdokim Kirillycha and Giesu Moiseevna.
She is: "How sons?" - "Yes, missing!
Eh, Guy, we are one family, you are also victims.
You are also affected, and therefore rubing:
My - without the fallen, yours - innocently sitting. "

... I left the diaper and nipples,
Lived, not forgotten, not abandoned,
And teased me: "Safety", -
Although I was normal Donate.
The disguise tried to tear me:
Captive chasing - what are we trembling?!
Our fathers returned, brothers
Home - in your opinion ...

Aunt Zina blouse with dragons yes snakes -
That Popova Wovka's father came with trophies.
Trophy Japan, trophy Germany ...
Country of Limonia came, a solid suitcase!
He took from his father at the Stage Station, as if Tsatski, I, -
And from the evacuation, the crowds were piled by civilian.

They looked around, omit,
They wondered - then rubbed.
And squandered those who waited
Invalted - heraved.
He became the subway to dig Father Vitkin with Genetic, -
We asked why? - He in response:
They say, "the corridors end with a wall,
And tunnels - remove the light! ".

The prophecy of Papashino did not listen to Vitka with the root -
Out of our corridor in the prison corridor left.
Yes, he was always a dispute, it is prohibited to the wall - refuses ...
He passed the corridor - and cumshot "wall" seems to be.
But the fathers have their own minds, and as for us regarding -
We were watched on our own.

All - from us to almost one year old -
"Intelligent" led to the bloodstream -
And in basements and mixtures
The guys wanted under the tanks.
Did not get them even on the pool -
In the "craft" live yes tillage;
Neither dare nor take a chance - but risked
From the files to make knives.

They stick into the lungs,
From nicotine black,
By handle Light tricolor set ...
Movement of exchange snagues -
On the construction site, the Germans prisoners on bread changed the knives.
First played in "Phantiki", in "Tennok" with crumbles, -
And here we left the romance from the conviction of the thieves.

... there was time - and there were basements,
It was the case and the price was reduced,
And flowed where the channels needed
And at the end, where we needed.
Children of former seniters yes Majorov
Before ice latitudes rose,
Because from those corridors
It seemed more handy - down.