Lyrics Владимир Высоцкий - Песня про первые ряды
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Была пора - я рвался в первый ряд,
И это все от недопониманья.
Но с некоторых пор сажусь назад:
Там, впереди, как в спину автомат -
Тяжелый взгляд, недоброе дыханье.
Может, сзади и не так красиво,
Но намного шире кругозор,
Больше и разбег, и перспектива,
И еще - надежность и обзор.
Стволы глазищ, числом до десяти,
Как дуло на мишень, но на живую.
Затылок мой от взглядов не спасти,
И сзади так удобно нанести
Обиду или рану ножевую.
Может, сзади и не так красиво,
Но намного шире кругозор,
Больше и разбег, и перспектива,
И еще - надежность и обзор.
Мне вреден первый ряд, и говорят,
(От мыслей этих я в ненастье ною) -
Уж лучше - где темней, в последний ряд.
Отсюда больше нет пути назад
И за спиной стоит стена стеною.
Может, сзади и не так красиво,
Но намного шире кругозор,
Больше и разбег, и перспектива,
И еще - надежность и обзор.
И пусть хоть реки утекут воды,
Пусть будут в пух засалены перины -
До лысин, до седин, до бороды
Не выходите в первые ряды
И не стремитесь в примы-балерины.
Может, сзади и не так красиво,
Но намного шире кругозор,
Больше и разбег, и перспектива,
И еще - надежность и обзор.
Надежно сзади, но бывают дни -
Я говорю себе, что выйду червой.
Не стоит вечно пребывать в тени.
С последним рядом долго не тяни,
А постепенно пробивайся в первый.
Может, сзади и не так красиво,
Но намного шире кругозор,
Больше и разбег, и перспектива,
И еще надежность и обзор.
It was time - I was bursting into the first row,
And this is all from misunderstanding.
But since some time I sit down back:
There, in front, like in the back of an automaton -
A heavy look, an unkind breath.
Maybe behind and not so beautiful,
But the horizon is much wider,
More and takeoff, and the prospect,
And still - reliability and review.
The trunks of the eyes, numbered up to ten,
As the barrel was on the target, but on the live.
The back of my head can not be saved from views,
And from the back so convenient to apply
Grievance or injury to the knife.
Maybe behind and not so beautiful,
But the horizon is much wider,
More and takeoff, and the prospect,
And still - reliability and review.
To me the first row is harmful, and speak,
(From the thoughts of these I'm in a bad weather)
It is better - where is darker, in the last row.
From here there is no longer a way back
And behind the wall stands a wall.
Maybe behind and not so beautiful,
But the horizon is much wider,
More and takeoff, and the prospect,
And still - reliability and review.
And even though the rivers drain water,
Let feathers be filled with feathers -
To the bald patch, to gray hair, to the beard
Do not go into the front ranks
And do not seek prima ballerinas.
Maybe behind and not so beautiful,
But the horizon is much wider,
More and takeoff, and the prospect,
And still - reliability and review.
Reliably behind, but there are days -
I tell myself that I will leave the worm.
Do not stay in the shadows forever.
With the last row for a long time do not pull,
And gradually make your way to the first.
Maybe behind and not so beautiful,
But the horizon is much wider,
More and takeoff, and the prospect,
And still reliability and review.
And this is all from misunderstanding.
But since some time I sit down back:
There, in front, like in the back of an automaton -
A heavy look, an unkind breath.
Maybe behind and not so beautiful,
But the horizon is much wider,
More and takeoff, and the prospect,
And still - reliability and review.
The trunks of the eyes, numbered up to ten,
As the barrel was on the target, but on the live.
The back of my head can not be saved from views,
And from the back so convenient to apply
Grievance or injury to the knife.
Maybe behind and not so beautiful,
But the horizon is much wider,
More and takeoff, and the prospect,
And still - reliability and review.
To me the first row is harmful, and speak,
(From the thoughts of these I'm in a bad weather)
It is better - where is darker, in the last row.
From here there is no longer a way back
And behind the wall stands a wall.
Maybe behind and not so beautiful,
But the horizon is much wider,
More and takeoff, and the prospect,
And still - reliability and review.
And even though the rivers drain water,
Let feathers be filled with feathers -
To the bald patch, to gray hair, to the beard
Do not go into the front ranks
And do not seek prima ballerinas.
Maybe behind and not so beautiful,
But the horizon is much wider,
More and takeoff, and the prospect,
And still - reliability and review.
Reliably behind, but there are days -
I tell myself that I will leave the worm.
Do not stay in the shadows forever.
With the last row for a long time do not pull,
And gradually make your way to the first.
Maybe behind and not so beautiful,
But the horizon is much wider,
More and takeoff, and the prospect,
And still reliability and review.