Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Водой наполненные горсти

Water filled handfuls
 Bring to her mouth in a hurry -
 For the future drinking water Montenegrins
 And we live for the future - up to thirty.

 And it was an honor to die
 Amid the bullets and dull blades
 And take to the grave
 Two or three enemy two or three enemies.

 As long as the trigger to the gun is not erased,
 They were shooting from their saddles, and knees -
 And the prisoner did not take the Montenegrins -
 He simply did not surrender.

 And they wanted to live to be a hundred,
 Before greedy life - is more than a century -
 In the land where the mountains and sky in plenty,
 And the sea too - with head

 Six hundred thousand equal portions
 Water live in a handful of ...
 But the Montenegrins living
 His long life - up to thirty.

 And his wife will remember them with water,
 And their children are hiding in the mountains
 Until then, until they become
 Keep arms.

 Silently put on mourning,
 And embedded pockets,
 And tears poured silently into the grass,
 So as not to hear the enemies.

 Blackened woman grief,
 As fertile land -
 Behind them followed blackened mountains,
 Himself fire incinerated.

 That was true of vengeance -
 It makes no sense not burn yourself:
 Men and mountains of self-immolation -
 As dissent and rebellion.

 And five centuries - as God's punishment,
 As revenge for his father's son -
 Burning mountain fires
 And Montenegrin heart.

 Kings changed, courtiers,
 But death in battle - always honor -
 Montenegrins do not respect
 Has lived for more than thirty.

 I have a little birthday -
 Rusty I have two roots ...
 Sorry, Montenegro did not
 My second home.

 1974