Ефрем Амирамов - Высоцкому
текст песни

I shakes me with boredom and from vodka ...
In the fields of the universe, the stars have bloomed ...
The night is dimensionless, like black tights
On the puffy thighs of the mother of the earth.
Night, draw on the nail of dawn ... crack ...
Or, for tomorrow, save the color ...
Vladimir Semenovich songs
With the creak, the brains straighten me ...
And I hardly raise the bones
There is only one in an empty and cramped room,
There is a lot of anger in me now,
I throw it at you, citizen.
After all, you are Vysotsky, recognized by the people,
And he did not distinguish you with titles,
I'm a kid with my own such a rabble
Only your songs mumbled day and night.
You sprinkled with them like salt,
Deep ravines of fresh wounds,
They remained too clear pain
In the battered sinful souls of the convicts.
Why did you suddenly tear masks from the jesters,
They poked a blind finger in Belmo,
And from the soul they took paints so generously,
To show ordinary shit?
Under the laurels hiding the bald heads and backs,
A hypocrite and a coward were hanging around the world,
And you are from the first song to death,
They carried the crown of thorny, like Jesus.
Tell me who needed everything?
I ate your word like fresh bread
Now I'm hungry ... You are not ...
The truth remained ... True,
Launched to life under the consumer goods.
Modika is always rich in themes,
Life passes - and it is more and more difficult to wait ...
We have long been a big perestroika,
And you began to reward you posthumously ...
Small life and devilishly springs ...
Then roses - rubbish ... then reptiles are good,
And I do not have enough beer for the flesh,
And your new song for the soul.