Lyrics В.Высоцкий - Прерванный полет

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Прерванный полет
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Кто-то высмотрел плод, что неспел, неспел...
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, были с судьбой нелады, нелады,
И со случаем плохи дела, дела,
А тугая струна на лады, на лады
С незаметным изъяном легла.

Он начал робко, с ноты "до",
Но не допел ее не до...
Недозвучал его аккорд, аккорд
И никого не вдохновил...
Собака лаяла, а кот
Мышей ловил...

Смешно! Не правда ли, смешно? Смешно!
А он шутил - недошутил,
Недораспробовал вино
И даже недопригубил.

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...

Он знать хотел все от и до,
Но не добрался он, не до...
Ни до догадки, ни до дна, до дна,
Не докопался до глубин...
И ту, которая одна,
Не долюбил, не долюбил, не долюбил, не долюбил!..

Смешно, не правда ли, смешно? Смешно!
А он шутил - недошутил.
Осталось недорешено
Все то, что он недорешил.

Ни единою буквой не лгу, не лгу -
Он был чистого слога слуга, слуга.
Он писал ей стихи на снегу, на снегу -
К сожалению, тают снега, снега!

Но тогда еще был снегопад, снегопад,
И свобода писать на снегу.
И большие снежинки и град
Он губами хватал на бегу.

Но к ней в серебряном ландо
Он не добрался и не до...
Не добежал, бегун, беглец, беглец,
Не долетел, не доскакал...
А звездный знак его телец
Холодный Млечный Путь лакал.

Смешно, не правда ли, смешно, смешно,
Когда секунд недостает...
Недостающее звено -
И недолет, и недолет, 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?

1973
Someone spotted a fruit that did not, did not ...
Trotted for the trunk - he fell, fell ...
Here is a song about someone who did not sing, did not sing,
And that he had a voice - he did not recognize, did not recognize.

Maybe there were disagreements with fate,
And things are bad with the case, deeds,
A tight string on the frets, on the frets
With an imperceptible flaw lay down.

He began timidly, with a note “before”,
But I didn’t finish it ...
His chord, chord did not sound
And did not inspire anyone ...
The dog barked, and the cat
Caught mice ...

It's ridiculous! Isn't that funny? It's ridiculous!
And he was joking - not joking,
Underdeveloped wine
And even undershot.

He just started a dispute, a dispute,
Uncertainly and slowly, slowly
Like droplets of sweat from a pore, from a pore
A soul oozed from beneath the skin.

Just started a duel on the carpet, on the carpet,
Barely, barely set about.
Just a little look around the game,
And the judge hasn’t opened an account yet ...

He wanted to know everything from and to,
But he did not get, not to ...
Not to guess, not to the bottom, to the bottom,
I didn’t get to the depths ...
And that one,
I didn’t do it, I didn’t do it, I didn’t do it, I didn’t do it! ..

Funny, isn't it, funny? It's ridiculous!
But he was joking - not joking.
Unresolved
All that he has not resolved.

I do not lie with a single letter, I do not lie -
He was the pure syllable of a servant, a servant.
He wrote her poems in the snow, in the snow -
Unfortunately, melting snow, snow!

But then there was snowfall, snowfall,
And the freedom to write in the snow.
And big snowflakes and hail
He grabbed his lips as he ran.

But to her in a silver landau
He did not reach and did not ...
Didn’t run, runner, runaway, runaway,
Did not fly, did not ride ...
And the star sign of his calf
The Cold Milky Way lacquered.

Funny, isn't it, funny, funny,
When seconds are running out ...
Missing Link -
And shortage, and shortage, and shortage, and shortage ...

Funny, isn't it? Well...
And it's funny to you, and even to me.
Galloping horse and bird flying -
By whose fault, by whose fault, by whose fault?

1973
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