Владимир Высоцкий - Песня про Джеймса Бонда, агента 007
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Себя от надоевшей славы спрятав,
В одном из их Соединенных Штатов,
В глуши и в дебрях чуждых нам систем
Жил-был известный больше чем Иуда,
Живое порожденье Голливуда -
Артист, Джеймс Бонд, шпион, агент 07.
Был этот самый парень -
Звезда, ни дать ни взять, -
Настолько популярен,
Что страшно рассказать.
Да шуточное ль дело -
Почти что полубог!
Известный всем Марчелло
В сравненье с им - щенок.
Он на своей на загородной вилле
Скрывался, чтоб его не подловили,
И умирал от скуки и тоски.
А то, бывало, встретят у квартиры -
Набросятся и рвут на сувениры
Последние штаны и пинджаки.
Вот так и жил как в клетке,
Ну а в кино - потел:
Различные разведки
Дурачил как хотел.
То ходит в чьей-то шкуре,
То в пепельнице спит,
А то на абажуре
Ково-нибудь соблазнит.
И вот артиста этого - Джеймс Бонда -
Товарищи из Госафильмофонда
В совместную картину к нам зовут, -
Чтоб граждане его не узнавали,
Он к нам решил приехать в одеяле:
Мол, все равно на клочья разорвут.
Ну посудите сами:
На проводах в ЮСА
Все хиппи с волосами
Побрили волоса;
С его сорвали свитер,
Отгрызли вмиг часы
И растащили плиты
Со взлетной полосы.
И вот в Москве нисходит он по трапу,
Дает доллaр носильщику на лапу
И прикрывает личность на ходу, -
Вдруг ктой-то шасть на «газике» к агенту
И - киноленту вместо документу:
Что, мол, свои, мол, хау ду ю ду!
Огромная колонна
Стоит сама в себе, -
Но встречает чемпиона
По стендовой стрельбе.
Попал во все, что было,
Тот выстрелом с руки, -
Ну все с ума сходило,
И даже мужики.
Довольный, что его не узнавали,
Он одеяло снял в «Национале», -
Но, несмотря на личность и акцент,
Его там обозвали оборванцем,
Который притворялся иностранцем
И заявлял, что, дескать, он - агент.
Швейцар его - за ворот, -
Решил открыться он:
«07 я!» - «Вам межгород -
Так надо взять талон!»
Во рту скопилась пена
И горькая слюна, -
И в позе супермена
Он уселся у окна.
Но вот киношестерки прибежали
И недоразумение замяли,
И разменяли фунты на рубли.
…Уборщица ворчала: «Вот же пройда!
Подумаешь - агентишка какой-то!
У нас в девятом - прынц из Сомали!»
1974
Hiding yourself from boring glory,
In one of their United States,
In the wilderness and in the wilds of alien systems alien to us
Once upon a time there was a well-known more than Judas,
Living generation of Hollywood -
Artist, James Bond, Spy, Agent 07.
There was this very guy -
Star, neither give nor take, -
So popular
What is scary to tell.
Yes, comic, is it -
Almost demigod!
Familiar to everyone, Marcello
In comparison with it is a puppy.
He is on his country villa
Hid so that he would not be caught,
And he was dying of boredom and longing.
And then, it happened, they will meet at the apartment -
Will attack and tear to souvenirs
The last pants and pinjaks.
So he lived like in a cage,
Well, in the cinema - sweat:
Various intelligence
Fumbling as I wanted.
Then walks in someone's skin,
Then he sleeps in an ashtray,
Otherwise on the lampshade
Kovo will seduce.
And here is the artist of this - James Bond -
Comrades from the Gosafilm Fund
They call us a joint picture -
So that the citizens do not recognize him,
He decided to come to us in the blanket:
Like, they will torn to shreds anyway.
Well, judge for yourself:
On wires in Yusa
All hippies with hair
Brought the hair;
A sweater was disrupted from him
The clock was bitten instantly
And they pulled the slabs
From the runway.
And in Moscow he descends along the ladder,
Gives dolar to the porter on the paw
And covers the person on the go, -
Suddenly, someone's step on the "gazik" to the agent
And - a film instead of a document:
What, they say, their own, they say, Hau Du U Yu Du!
A huge column
Stands in itself -
But he meets the champion
On stand shooting.
I got into everything that was
That shot from the hand, -
Well, everything went crazy
And even men.
Satisfied that he was not recognized,
He took off the blanket in National, -
But, despite the personality and emphasis,
He was called there a ragged man,
Who pretended to be a foreigner
And he stated that, they say, he is an agent.
His Swiss is for the gate, -
He decided to open:
"07 I!" - “To you intercity -
So you have to take a ticket! "
The foam accumulated in the mouth
And bitter saliva, -
And in the pose of Superman
He sat down by the window.
But now the film foods came running
And the misunderstanding was furious
And they exchanged pounds for rubles.
... The cleaning lady grumbled: “That's passing!
Just think - some kind of agent!
We have in the ninth - a strap from Somalia! "
1974
In one of their United States,
In the wilderness and in the wilds of alien systems alien to us
Once upon a time there was a well-known more than Judas,
Living generation of Hollywood -
Artist, James Bond, Spy, Agent 07.
There was this very guy -
Star, neither give nor take, -
So popular
What is scary to tell.
Yes, comic, is it -
Almost demigod!
Familiar to everyone, Marcello
In comparison with it is a puppy.
He is on his country villa
Hid so that he would not be caught,
And he was dying of boredom and longing.
And then, it happened, they will meet at the apartment -
Will attack and tear to souvenirs
The last pants and pinjaks.
So he lived like in a cage,
Well, in the cinema - sweat:
Various intelligence
Fumbling as I wanted.
Then walks in someone's skin,
Then he sleeps in an ashtray,
Otherwise on the lampshade
Kovo will seduce.
And here is the artist of this - James Bond -
Comrades from the Gosafilm Fund
They call us a joint picture -
So that the citizens do not recognize him,
He decided to come to us in the blanket:
Like, they will torn to shreds anyway.
Well, judge for yourself:
On wires in Yusa
All hippies with hair
Brought the hair;
A sweater was disrupted from him
The clock was bitten instantly
And they pulled the slabs
From the runway.
And in Moscow he descends along the ladder,
Gives dolar to the porter on the paw
And covers the person on the go, -
Suddenly, someone's step on the "gazik" to the agent
And - a film instead of a document:
What, they say, their own, they say, Hau Du U Yu Du!
A huge column
Stands in itself -
But he meets the champion
On stand shooting.
I got into everything that was
That shot from the hand, -
Well, everything went crazy
And even men.
Satisfied that he was not recognized,
He took off the blanket in National, -
But, despite the personality and emphasis,
He was called there a ragged man,
Who pretended to be a foreigner
And he stated that, they say, he is an agent.
His Swiss is for the gate, -
He decided to open:
"07 I!" - “To you intercity -
So you have to take a ticket! "
The foam accumulated in the mouth
And bitter saliva, -
And in the pose of Superman
He sat down by the window.
But now the film foods came running
And the misunderstanding was furious
And they exchanged pounds for rubles.
... The cleaning lady grumbled: “That's passing!
Just think - some kind of agent!
We have in the ninth - a strap from Somalia! "
1974
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