Текст песни Высоцкий - Ну вот исчезла дрожь в руках..

Well, that's gone hand tremors
Upstairs, upstairs.
Well, that fell into the abyss fear
Forever , forever .
To stop there is no reason
Go , gliding ,
And in the world there is no such vertices ,
That can not take .

Among the untrodden ways
One let my
Among nevzyatyh borders
One for me.
Who has not swam in the waves lay down,
Meanwhile God - judge.
Of unclimbed roads
One - my .

My ocean on all sides
Storm , storm
He is a mystery whose names
At the bottom of stores .
And I look at his dream
over the heads of
And strongly believe in the purity of
Snow and words.

And let pass a considerable period
I will not forget
What is a doubt I could
In myself killed.
I have heard me sing the water :
& quot; always Good luck & quot ;,
A day which was the day then?
Ah, yes . Wednesday .