Текст песни В.С.Высоцкий - Разбойничья Песня

Like in a troubled volost
Fierce, evil province
Fell out well done
All thorns and thorns.

He scooped up grievances
scooped up
Full handfuls
Well, the grief that sipped
It’s never worse.

Drink poison even pour in -
The benefit of money is not taken.
No matter how much the rope
Anyway, stick your whip!

Chases losers
In the world with a cat,
Life flows between the fingers
Thin spider web.

And which led
entailed
On a dashing road -
Those blown away by the winds
Straight to the prison.

Don’t hope for mercy here -
Bite the bullet and endure!
No matter how much the rope
All the same, meditate in the whip!

Ah, the dashing side
No matter how I scour you
You are red frontal place
Yes, a slimy rope!

And the devil Satan himself hanged
Goal heel licks.
Oh, annoyance, mother is honest! -
Neither live nor survive!

You do not howl, do not cry, but laugh -
They will not forgive tears now.
No matter how much the rope
Still shorten!

Thoughts are more dreary at night.
Carpenters do not hesitate -
Do not have time for the morning:
It hurts too early.

Don’t regret it,
do not be sorry -
What do you need a delay?
On your rope
There is no knot!

Better lie down and get warm -
I supposedly will not oversleep ...
No matter how much the rope
And you meddle in the noose!