Текст песни В. Высоцкий - Приподнимем занавес за краешек

Lift the edge of the curtain,
This old, heavy curtains.
That's how long it was before
Such flat - Look, Alice.

    But it is bad for the happy hours watching
    And deliberately slowing cowardly,
    Hurry up time, goaded noisy,
    No reasons were killing time lazy.

And the wheels of time grind friction -
Everything in the world damaged by friction.
And then offended time
Pendulum of time and stagnation.

    And the twelve at midnight does not try,
    Everyone waited half a day, but again did not wait
    That is what time has come,
    This nerve - Look, Alice.

And at his watch anxiously looked happy,
Plaintive song tightened cowardly,
Mouths gagged their huge talkative,
Choir careless and lazy asleep.

    Brush the wheel of time is not for the first prize,
    He's a very hurt by friction.
    Offend not be time -
    Poor and sad to live without time.