Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - В среду

Well, disappeared tremors in the hands,
Now - on deck!
Well, I slipped into the abyss of fear
Forever, forever, -
For no reason to stop -
I go, gliding ...
And in the world there are no such vertices
What you can not take!

Among the untrodden paths
One - let me!
Among nevzyatyh borders
One - for me!
And the names of those who lay here,
Snow harbor ...
Among unforgiven roads
One - my!

Here, the blue radiance ice
The entire slope poured,
And the mystery of someone's footprints
Granite holds ...
And I look in your dream
Above the heads,
And firmly believe in the purity of
Snow and words!

And let a considerable period will be held
I do not forget,
What's doubt I could
The kill himself.
On that day, I was whispering water:
Good luck - always ..!
A day ... which was a day then?
Oh yeah - Wednesday ..!