Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Проложите, проложите...

Pave, pave
Though a tunnel along the bottom of the river
And come without fear
For wine and barbecue.

And bring the guitar
Pulling the splice on it,
But don't forget: blunt
Your sharp fangs.

And when you realize:
All paths lead to Rome -
Then come
Then let's talk.

Throw the knife, take out the stone
Because of his bosom
And throw-throw
Do you even poles across the stream.

Whether for mowing, for sowing
Gotta take it, hurry
And slamming themselves after
You will bite your elbows.

You yourself will not be happy
Get up in the morning: these are the times! -
All bridges over obstacles
Thrown without us.

So pave, pave
At least a tunnel along the bottom of the river!
And come without fear
For wine and barbecue.

And bring the guitar
Pulling the splice on it,
But don't forget: blunt
Your sharp fangs!
1972