Баллада о том, кто не дожил (Прерванный полёт) - Владимир Высоцкий

Кто-то высмотрел плод, что наспел, наспел.

Потрусили за ствол — он упал, упал.

Вот вам песня о том, кто не спел, не спел

И что голос имел — не узнал, не узнал.

Может, быть с судьбой нелады, нелады

И со случаем плохи дела, дела,

А тугая струна на лады, на лады

С незаметным изъяном легла.

Припев:

Он начал робко с ноты «до»,

Но не допел ее, не до…

Не до звучал его аккорд

И никого не вдохновил.

Собака лаяла, а кот

Мышей ловил.

Смешно, не правда ли, смешно?

Что он шутил — не до шутил,

Не до распробовал вино

И даже не до пригубил.

Он пока лишь затеивал спор, спор

Неуверенно и не спеша, не спеша.

Словно капельки пота из пор, из пор,

Из-под кожи сочилась душа, душа.

Только начал дуэль на ковре, на ковре,

Еле-еле, едва приступил.

Лишь чуть-чуть осмотрелся в игре,

И судья еще счет не открыл.

Припев:

Он знать хотел все от и до,

Но не добрался он, не до…

Ни до догадки, ни до дна,

Не докопался до глубин

И ту, которая одна,

Не до любил, не до любил.

Смешно, не правда ли, смешно?

Что он спешил — не доспешил.

Осталось не дорешено

Все то, что он не дорешил.

Ни единою буквой не лгу, не лгу.

Он был чистого слога слуга, слуга,

И писал ей стихи на снегу, на снегу,

К сожалению, тают снега.

Но тогда еще был снегопад, снегопад

И свобода творить на снегу,

И большие снежинки, и град, и град

Он губами хватал на бегу.

Припев:

Но к ней в серебряном ландо

Он не доехал и не до…

Не добежал бегун — беглец,

Не долетел, не доскакал.

А звездный знак его — Телец,

Холодный Млечный путь лакал.

Смешно, не правда ли, смешно,

Когда секунд недостает,

Недостающее звено,

И недолет, и недолет.

Смешно, не правда ли?

Ну, вот,

И вам смешно, и даже мне…

Конь на скаку и птица влет —

По чьей вине, по чьей вине, по чьей вине?

Someone spotted a fruit that has ripened, ripened.

They shook the barrel - it fell, fell.

Here's a song for you about who didn't sing, didn't sing

And that he had a voice - he did not recognize, did not recognize.

Maybe there is something wrong with fate, something wrong

And things are bad with the case, things are bad,

And a tight string on the frets, on the frets

She lay down with an imperceptible defect.

Chorus:

He began timidly with the note "to",

But I didn’t finish it, not until…

Not until his chord sounded

And he didn't inspire anyone.

The dog was barking, and the cat

Caught mice.

Funny, isn't it funny?

What he was joking - not up to joking,

Didn't taste the wine before

And he didn't even take a sip.

So far he has only started a dispute, a dispute

Uncertainly and not in a hurry, not in a hurry.

Like droplets of sweat from the pores, from the pores,

A soul oozed from under the skin, a soul.

Just started a duel on the carpet, on the carpet,

Barely, barely started.

Just looked around a little in the game,

And the judge hasn't opened the score yet.

Chorus:

He wanted to know everything inside and out,

But he did not get, not to ...

Not to a guess, not to the bottom,

Didn't get to the depths

And the one who is alone

Didn't love, didn't love.

Funny, isn't it funny?

That he was in a hurry - he did not hurry.

Remaining undecided

All the things he didn't finish.

I don’t lie with a single letter, I don’t lie.

He was a pure servant, servant,

And wrote poetry to her in the snow, in the snow,

Unfortunately, the snow is melting.

But then it was still snowing, snowing

And the freedom to create in the snow,

And big snowflakes, and hail, and hail

He grabbed with his lips on the run.

Chorus:

But to her in a silver landau

He did not reach and did not ...

The runner did not run - the fugitive,

Didn't fly, didn't ride.

And his star sign is Taurus,

The cold Milky Way lapped.

Funny, isn't it, funny

When seconds are missing

Missing link,

And undershoot, and undershoot.

Funny, isn't it?

Well,

It's funny to you, and even to me...

A galloping horse and a bird in flight -

Whose fault, whose fault, whose fault?