Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Отпустите мне грехи мои тяжкие

Release my sins
my grave,
Though born by the river
shirt and I!
Let go of my throat,
my friends, -
She is also a drink vodka
and sing their songs.

Others - here's at! -
What do you know?
You like dogs boar
to drive ...

Only at dawn wild boars
Very fierce helluva lot -
Worse landside punks
And akin to Malyutov.

Well my curls Release
rotten,
Do not break my hand
white
Do not whip you in the throat,
my friends, -
You will then dutifully haul
from their pits!

Others - here's at! -
white hands
Like a kid in,
tanned ...

Eh! So much of the night, and the whirlwind
Your partner -
I do not have tar and terry,
Even a mosquito net.

That is why the dead,
all izzhalenny,
That's why sigh
It was a sad ...
Do not press you in my throat,
we are naked,
Smёrzlo throat, throat spёrlo.
We are the dead.

Others - here's at! -
You know this,
Marauders me
excavated.

I know the winter blizzard
Very fierce helluva lot!
It is a pity that you promёrznete -
You wrap yourself in a shroud.

1971.