Текст песни В.Высотский - хозяин тайги

On the river l , on a lake -
He worked as a bulldozer ,
All in overalls and dust -
I work hard until dawn ,
He believed that the worms - trumps
From soil threshing rubles .

And I was not the fate of Manila,
And it is not a gold mine -
A thrust my bone
And Natural my anger .

I you do not substitute cheeks :
We are not angels - rafters -
Do not know the commandments , we ...
If you were me a god Allah ,
But I know a lot about the trunks
Fun walk around the stacks .

And I was not the fate of Manila,
And it is not a gold mine -
A thrust my bone
My anger and natural & quot ;.