Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Попытка самоубийства

Hem starch undercollar
And tightly buttoned tunic gray -
And then we went to the trigger
Bloodless phalanx officer.

It's time! Who knows the time of this day?
But it is truly close:
Oh, how short-lived gesture from the holster
Before clean-shaven temple!

The movement ended, and blew
With the appointment of the target hair -
With a smile Death stared out the barrel
In neatly shaved head.

I could see the side of a raised eyebrow,
And next to something beating and trembling -
The temple has not yet been started up blood
It pulsates, ie mind.

And before you rush to dare
From the ear to the brain, diagonally to the back of the head -
Suddenly gazed intently Death
On a miserable streak infuriated ...

She hesitated - and made the right decision:
Now back in the holster down!
So close for the first time saw Death
From birth hated life.