Текст песни Владимир Семёнович Высоцкий - Тот, который не стрелял

I do not piss your brain off -
It's not the same factory:
I was shot in the morning
A whole platoon of rifles.
For what this wicked,
An absurd path -
Not that I do not know, -
You can not tell.

My commander almost saved me,
But someone insisted on shooting -
And the platoon fulfilled the order perfectly.
But there was one who did not shoot.

My fate is dashing
Long ago it was contraindicated.
Once a language I
Dobyl, but did not report,
And the Specialist Suetin -
Our tireless! -
Even then I noticed
And he took a pencil.

He dragged into the light and dragged
The pinned, hemmed material -
Nobody could do anything ...
No! Could one who did not shoot.

The hand fell into the abyss
With a silly sound: "Pli!" -
And the volley gave me a pass
To the other side of the earth.
But ... I hear: "I'm alive, an infection!
Drag to the medical battalion -
Shoot twice
Charters are not ordered! & Quot;

A doctor then
all clucked his tongue
And, amazed, he removed the bullets.
And I deliriously talked secretly
With that kid,
who did not shoot.

I wound like a dog,
Lizal, but not treated.
In hospitals, however,
In great honor was -
He walked in love with me,
All weak female sex:
"Hey, you!" Unopened!
Give it a shot! & Quot;

Our battalion was a hero in the Crimea,
And I sent glucose there,
So it was sweeter to fight him.
To whom? The one who did not shoot.

I drank a chicken from a saucer,
With spirtikom happened.
I did not have to bend,
And I was finishing it.
In his regiment determined.
"Fight! Said the battalion commander. -
And what was not shot -
So I'm not guilty. "

I was very happy, but, sitting down at the stump,
I howled the beluga and cursed fate:
The German sniper shot me,
Killing the one who did not shoot.