Владимир Высоцкий - Баллада об оружии
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The world people are small, live in installments, -
Bad and good, gurth and alone.

Good I know worse me -
They must have wings!
With bad - even friendly me, -
They want weapons
Weapons, weapons
Nasil!

Large people - ace and crescent -
Have a passion for missiles,
And small - what to do without
Weapons in the world of this?

Look, Won Hanga -
There is no money in your pocket
But there is in the pocket of the fig -
Corn pistol.

He dreams of dinner
Already in the morning and day,
And the jacket is unidentified -
It will turn on it.

And I will be happy with him
Under the evening light
Washing thumbs
On a trigger.

I am purposeful, businesslike,
Shaved, picked, feeding!

Hey that you stared at me - I don't seem to cripple!
I am no throat - and I will go for a person.

Converge, clumsy,
Mix with me Balant -
And immediately after dinner
I will send you about weapons,
Weapons, weapons
Ballad!

Large player, at least romance, -
Fighting the picture
Bluffing large mainly
Va-bank big bumps.

And indulge bomb -
We have no such
So we are humble people:
We need a gun.

And here in your pocket - bought
Normal gun.
And sharp, like irradiated
Familiar to all style.

Blossoms in horror
On the right side
And we are all
Stepping around the country.

Under blowing faces
Face to the walls! To stand! Do not move!

In vain, the guy, for the cavering you shake on pharmacies, -
Buy yourself although b axes - and you will become a man!

I'll turn out the outside I -
And naked truth
I'm not worse than others
About cute weapons
Weapons, weapons
Ballad!

Buy underwear?
Yes, if we fuck him!
Buy firearms -
To the right, around the corner.

Well, start! Come on!
Shoot Learn All!
In newspapers about weapons -
On each strip.

Here is sweet under the spoon,

Here is bitterly in the soul:
Excaped artwork
For pound papier-mache.

ATU! Shoot a deposit -
In people, puppies, kittens, -
Sale, thank Lord,
Not soon banned!

While the weapon is not under the ban,
Do not be afraid - everything is in order in the world of this!

Not scary without weapons - toothy barracuda,
Big and without weapons - big, we are consolation, -
And small people - without arms are not people:
All small people without weapons - targets.

Big - fuck on elephants,
Chasing tigers
And me, and you - wherever we
Joking such games!

Let large spheres -
Large people do, -
One has already played with panthers,
Others - will reach ...

We have a gun in your pocket -
Tiny, new, -
And us land - pad,
Pooh bubble.

Blood liquid, swamp
Temple in temple
Shine sweat fingers
On a trigger.

We, little people, - on the society of rings,
But if you look at us from the side -
Behind the narrow shoulders of a small person
Ponuro stand, frowning fools - two big wars.

College and modest - do not kill
All consensions to sue, -
We have no wonder sell
Caught weapon!

And here is still Nord-Ost.
The price has established similar, -
We have thanksgiving to the Lord,
Country is free!

Ah, this life is a penny,
Like dust - ditch and no! -
Plug, cheap -
Cheaper cigarettes.

And the life is rugged,
Like thin hairs, -
One press finger
On the trigger!

While easy purchase, we are all right with you,
We have a life to take away - how to spit, - we were taught to fight!
Around and without war - war, and with bare hands -
Neither threaten nor nor nor the plane sobally!

For bullets all reaches, -
No damn, nor god them
And we shoot themselves and
We do not touch anyone.

Shooting, excite all colors,
All ages are submissive:
And old and young, and that and that
And - yellow, white, black.

Sucks again under the spoon.
We are more familiar
The killer on the back
A girl in negligee.

The world is full of losers
With toporists in hand
And finger boys
On trigger!