Текст песни Маслаков, Рыбаков, Дунаевский - Шел я, брел я, наступал то с пятки, то с носка...

I walked, I walked, advancing the heel, from the toe -
I feel - and I breathe well ...
Suddenly a snake longing, melancholy green,
Contrived, I jumped on his neck.

I know it and did not know, changing the city -
She whispers: & quot; As I was waiting for! .. & Quot;
As it is now? Where to now? Why yes, when?
Sam got in touch with her, not wanting to.

One to go - all right, I can still -
Himself judge, master-master.
I myself instead tie the indigenous under the arc -
It looks simple, but from within - tricky.

I do not slander, like harmful mites,
Dug in on itself, shake his shoulders,
Himself bichuyu I myself lashing -
So - no contradictions.

Give presents destiny, or for money otovaritsya! -
I'll pay you a tribute to the grave.
Sadness, my anguish, my - consumptive creature -
To what are tenacious hvoroba!

In the morning piknet not - not like whips bichuy,
At night - bam! - With me on the side:
With someone else though Tarry night -
Gad will be, I'm not jealous!

Vladimir Vysotsky