Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Чужая колея

SOMEONE ELSE-UT
 Himself to blame - and the tears pour,
 And ohayu -
 I got into another rut
 Deep.
 I outlined my goals
 The choice itself,
 And now out of the rut
 Do not get out.

 Steep slippery edge
 It has this track.

 I swear it paved -
 Soon burst my patience,
 And the bow like a schoolboy bad
 Track - in a rut, with a track ...

 But why me itching to do?
 Sassy me!
 Conditions, generally in a rut
 Normal.
 No knock, no pritret -
 Do not complain.
 You will want to move forward?
 Please.

 Failure is not in the food, drink
 In this cozy rut

 And I convinced myself alive -
 Not one I hit her.
 Keep it up! The wheel in the wheel!
 And I shall reach wherever it.

 That someone shouted not himself:
 - Well, let me go! -
 And he began to argue with the track
 Foolishly.
 It burned to the dispute to the bottom margin
 The heat of the soul,
 And flew valve
 And the ear.

 But he pokorezhil edge
 And it became wider track.

 Suddenly he breaks off the trail -
 Crank dragged into a ditch,
 That he could not us back, to interfere
 By a strange track to pass.

 That came to me the problem -
 Starter seized.
 Now she is not riding,
 A fidgeting.
 And it should be used to go out, push,
 But there is a hurried -
 Perhaps someone will drive -
 And pull ...

 I'm waiting in vain for reinforcements -
 Strange this track.

 Rasplevatsya to clay and rzhoy
 On this same track a stranger -
 The fact that I did myself deepened,
 I hope in the back killed.

 I broke into a cold sweat
 Prior to the bones,
 And I walked a little ahead
 On Boards.
 I look - blurred edge of streams
 Spring,
 They travel there from the track -
 Salvation!

 I mud from the tires spit
 In another this track.

 Hey, you're back! Do like me.
 This means - no need for me.
 Track this - only mine!
 Get out of its rut.

 
 1973