Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Две судьбы

Two Fates



I lived gloriously in the first third

Twenty years in this world -

according to the teaching ,

Lived thoughtlessly , but actually ,

Sailing , where eyes looked -

downstream.



Thought - that is, the reward -

After all, no oars is not necessary,

no hands.

Mosquitoes , horseflies yes wasps

Haunted , bloodsuckers ,

yes no Donja .



Heard from the bank at the beginning -

I shouted for help ,

of salvation.

Do not wait , poor guy -

I lay there , the plague of Braga ,

to disconnect .



Tryahanet whether cornering ,

Packed into the maelstrom -

fix it.

That razuyus then obuyus ,

Themselves in the water I admire -

really like.



Shore flow for the boat ,

Well, I caress the throat

mead.

After extra sip

Lo and behold - not swim alone -

the old woman .



And while I wondered ,

Pal fog and proved

a black spot I -

And a huge old woman

Laughed in his ear ,

an evil beast .



I scream - I do not hear the cry ,

Not knit fear Laka ,

I see bad ,

The wind shakes me ...

- Who's there? - I hear - replies:

- I have a hard time !



Throw baptized wailing -

Will not save you a saint

Virgin :

The one who throws the wheel and paddle ,

The dilemma puts those -

so usual ! -



I'm looking for Pot'ma road

Mead little -

only drink stu -

And she does not fall asleep ,

Ahead of me walks

heavy tread .



Vaughn, tripped over the roots,

From such Obesity

heavy groaning .

And she even shortness of breath ,

And puts because - there,

difficult thing .



Suddenly towards us - a living ,

Lame , curve,

face tricky .

And shouts: - You stand over the abyss ,

But I will deliver thee , disease,

I wipe the tears ! -



I asked : - Who are you ? -

And she told me : - I curve -

WHO supposedly withdrawn, -

- Even though I Krivobok,

Krivorukov , krivooka -

I 'll take a pier !



I cried , pouring :

- Removal of me Curve !

I'm on a leash !

I put you and shban ,

The curvature of your fix -

Only taken out !



And you , Mother , daughter branches ,

Na- ka drink polglotochka -

hurt nervous .

You forget me for a while,

You're fat - harem

will pervaya.-



and fell two old women

In bottles of mead

drunk , hysterical.

I'm still hiding behind mounds ,

I quietly back to pyachus

directly to the bank.



Famously rowed on rapids

At two in the middle of the stroke -

oh, I rascal !

So that you are dead , drinking ,

Two Fates my -

Curve so easy!



Know by vicious calculation

Yes, in someone's secret

care of

I had no luck , bonehead ,

And dragged , Screwtape ,

downstream.



I thought life - joy ,

Like, no oars do not, uh , do not -

oh, I rascal !

... Delete , howling ,

Two Fates my -

Curve so easy!