Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Песня лётчика-испытателя

Song of the Test Pilot

I'm not in the heat yet
Not squeezed into the role:
As you know in the hangar,
Who is the slave, who is the king
Who is stronger, who is weaker, who is bad, who is good,
Who will finish whom,
He’ll try and squeeze -
Flyer plane
Or vice versa?
On the ground, a car of the saints pretended to be.

I will experience tomorrow
Fate, but for now -
I caress the car
Steep sides.
On earth, we are equal - but are we equal in flight?
Under my arm, I will not hide
It's chill to me
I have no illusions
I am an old rider:
Aircraft is an unbeaten devil in the flesh.

I know morning will triple my strength
Well, my horse is good now!
Here he decides: stands - not worth
From under the stick to work for us?

You to me from the drawings,
Like a diaper, a sign
You didn’t know the turns
Walked and walked straight
Sailing under the heading "Secret" on the waves of science.
General Designer
Indulge you
And you got out of hand
In KB, in OTC,
But today I fell into the hands of a tester! ..

They’ll take it abruptly,
Have to now
Pay - and better
Without unnecessary losses:
In our case, the losses are not very pleasant.
You walked your
To the last line,
But I also stomped
On people like you
So it’s a sin for both of us to backtrack.

Sometimes distrust sharpens:
Suddenly, not everything will give me the car,
Suddenly she’ll get naughty, not want
From under the stick to work for us?

1975