Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Кто кончил жизнь трагически - тот истинный поэт...

Who tragically ended his life - the true poet,
And if the exact term - so fully.
On the figure 26 one stepped under the gun
The other - in the loop slazil in & quot; Angleterre & quot ;.

And in the thirty-three Christ ... (He was a poet, he said:
& Quot; Do not kill! & Quot; Kill - find everywhere, they say.)
But - the nails in his hands, that which is not created,
Not to write about anything and thought.

With me at the figure of 37 at the time flies hops.
And now as cold blew:
Under this figure Pushkin himself podgadat duel
And Mayakovsky went to the temple on the muzzle.

Hold for figure 37. Kovar god -
Edge put the question: either - or.
On this line lay and Byron and Rimbaud,
A current somehow slipped.

The duel did not take place, or transmitted,
And in the thirty-three crucified, but not much.
And in the thirty-seven - no blood, so that there is blood - and gray hair
Smeared whiskey is not as abundant.

Weakly shoot? In heels, they say, the soul long gone?
Patience, psychopaths, and hysterical!
Poets go heels on the edge
And cut the blood his bare soul.

On the word & quot; long-necked & quot; in the end had three & quot; e & quot ;.
Shorten the poet! - The conclusion is clear.
And a knife in him - but he is happy to hang on the edge,
Slaughtered for what was dangerous.

Pity you, the supporters of fatal dates and numbers!
Tomites as concubines in the harem:
Increased lifetime and maybe ends
Poets moved away for a while!