Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Песенка про метателя молота

I cut my shoulder - the stands were frozen,
Silence in anticipation of keeping.
Eh that I was my opponent - Johns Lee, Kramer Lee, -
The record is already in my pocket.

Freedom, ordered, shinoto, -
I think - I follow the web.
But I can not, because I am a hammer thrower:
It is ordered to throw - and I am a sword.

Oh, sorry I'm a sword of him in Italy:
I th home threw a hammer without difficulty, -
Terribly far away
And better - if there would be anger and forever.

I am against the admiration of the pood
But I hope: the year will not pass -
I still go to such a distance,
What and the judge with the barbell will not find ...

Now the correspondents are silent.
"I was helped, - I am answered, -
Climb the steep sports stairs
My team, my coach and - family. "