Текст песни Высоцкий - Отпустите мне грехи мои тяжкие

Let go of my sins
        my grave,
 Though born by the river
        shirt and I!
 Let go of my throat,
        my friends, -
 She also drink vodka,
        songs to sing on your own.

        The other - to you on! -
                What do you know,
        You like dogs boar,
                to drive ...

                Only at dawn boars
                Very fierce helluva lot -
                Worse landside punks
                And akin to Malyutov.

 Release Me Well curls
        my rotten,
 Do not break the hand you
        my white,
 Do not whip you in the throat,
        my friends, -
 You then drag obediently
        from their pits!

        The other - that's you on!
                Hands white
        Again, as if the boy,
                tanned ...

                So much of the night, and the whirlwind
                Your mate -
                I had resin and terry,
                Even a mosquito net.

 That is why the dead,
        all izzhalenny,
 That's why sigh
        It was a sad ...
 Do not you push me to the throat,
        my naked,
 Throat are frozen, throat filched.
        We're - dead.

        The other - that's you on!
                What do you know -
        marauders me
                excavated.

                I know the winter blizzard
                Very smartly fierce!
                It is a pity that you will be chilled -
                The shroud you wrap up.