Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Подшит крахмальный подворотничок

Starchy Collar
And the gray tunic is tightly fastened
And then lay on the trigger
Bloodless phalanx of an officer.

It's time! Who knows the time of this time!
But here she is truly close.
ABOUT! Like a short-lived gesture from a holster
To a shaved clean temple.

The movement is over and blown away
With a designated target hair.
With a smile, death stared from the barrel
On a neatly shaved temple.

A raised eyebrow was seen from the side,
And something nearby beat and trembled:
There is still blood in the temple
Pulsed, that is - objected.

And before you rush, dare -
From ear to brain, obliquely to the back of the head,
Suddenly peered death
On a miserable furious vein.

She hesitated - and lost.
Now - back to the holster.
So death first saw closely
From birth, hated life.