Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Две судьбы

Two fates



I lived gloriously in the first third

Twenty years on in the world -

according to the teaching,

He lived recklessly, but actually,

Floated where eyes were -

downstream.



I thought - that is, the award -

After all, it is not necessary oars,

no hands.

Mosquitoes, horseflies yes wasps

Pester, bloodsuckers,

but not persecute.



I heard from the bank at the beginning -

I shouted for help,

of salvation.

Do not wait, poor guy -

I lay there, the plague of the mash,

to disconnect.



Tryahanet whether cornering,

Packed into the maelstrom -

fix.

That razuyus then obuyus,

The water I admire -

very like.



Shore flow of boat

Well, I caress the throat

mead.

After a sip of excess

Lo and behold - not swim alone -

the old woman.



And as I wondered,

Pal fog and proved

I'm in the black spots -

And a huge old woman

I laughed in his ear,

an evil beast.



I cry - I do not hear the cry,

Do not knit fear Laka,

I see bad,

In the wind shakes me ...

- Who's there? - I hear - he replies:

- I have a hard time!



Throw baptized wailing -

Do not save you holy

Virgin:

Whoever throws the wheel and paddle,

Those not an easy fills -

so usual! -



I'm looking for Potma road

Mead a little -

only drink stu -

And she does not fall asleep,

Ahead of me walks

heavy tread.



Vaughn, tripped over roots,

From such Obesity

sighing heavily.

And she even shortness of breath,

And in fact it pushes - there,

not an easy thing.



Suddenly meet us - live,

Lame, curve,

face tricky.

And shouts: - Standing over the abyss,

But I will deliver thee, disease,

I wipe the tears! -



I asked: - Who are you? -

And she told me: - I curve -

WHO supposedly withdrawn, -

- Although I lopsided,

Krivorukov, krivooka -

I'll take a pier!



I said, pouring:

- Removal of me Curve!

I'm on a leash!

And I'll put shban,

The curvature of your fix -

Only taken!



And you, Mother, daughter branches,

In a minute drink polglotochka -

It hurts nervous.

You forget me for a while,

You're fat - harem

will pervaya.-



and fell two old women

In bottles of mead

drunk, hysterical.

I'm still hiding behind mounds,

I quietly back to pyachus

directly to the bank.



Famously raked on rapids

At two in the middle of the stroke -

oh rascal I am!

So that you are dead, drinking,

Two of my fate -

Curve so easy!



Know the evil of calculation

Yes, in someone's secret

care of

I had no luck, bonehead,

And dragged, Screwtape,

downstream.



I thought life - joy,

Like, no oars do not, uh, do not -

oh rascal I am!

... Delete, howling,

Two of my fate -

Curve so easy!