Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - 37. Я ещё не в угаре...

I'm not in the heat,
  not squeezed into the role.
 How do I know in the hangar,
  who - a slave who - King,
 Who is stronger who is weak, who is bad, who is good,
 Someone who dopechet,
  dopytaet, dozhmet:
 Flyer plane
  or vice versa? -
 On the ground, pretending machine - a holy.

 Tomorrow I will test
  fate, and yet -
 I caress the car
  steep sides.
 On the ground, we are equal, but there are in flight?
 At hand, I will not deny,
  me chill -
 I do not build illusions -
  I'm an old rider:
 Aircraft - unbroken devil in the flesh.

  Know me strength morning morning
  Well, my horse - good and now -
  Here he decides: worth it - not worth it
  Under compulsion to work for us.

 You're with me drawings,
  as a diaper, a sign
 You did not know bends -
  walked and walked straight,
 Sailed under the heading & quot; Secret & quot; the waves of science.
 General Designer
  you indulged -
 And you got out of hand
  in KB, in the TCI -
 But today was a tester in his hands!

 Here will take abruptly -
  have now
 Pay and better -
  without unnecessary losses:
 In this case the loss is not very pleasant.
 You was done on their
  to the latest features,
 But I popetlyat
  for just such as you, -
 So sin for both of us to go back down.

  Sometimes mistrust sharpening:
  Suddenly all I would give the car,
  Suddenly she zasboit not want to
  Under compulsion to work for us!

VS Vysotsky
1975