Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Книжка с неприличным названием

It was not an affair,
You were on a palm,
How wonderful book
The coarse dust jacket.
I was in love with as a boy,
With a soft trembling secret.
I thumbed our affair
With indecent name.

There were tears and vows,
All one and all the same.
Basically was prose,
And the poems were less frequent.
Your violent affection,
And all the other funds -
It's scary, like a fairy tale
Very early childhood.

I was hoping in secret,
What you have not looked through,
But you, like in the reading room,
Many were taken.
I was told about this,
Can you tell me and do not believe -
Under a huge secret
A man forty-nine.

Read to Me wedding,
I pray that Christ's sake,
To quickly scroll to
I end with an epilogue
Do not wait for me a moment of,
When I'm late
Rent from hand to hand a book
With indecent name.

1965