Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Чужая колея

Himself to blame: and tears,
 and oh-huh -
 Got into someone else's rut
 deep.
 I set my goals
 the choice itself -
 And now out of the rut
 not get out.

 Steep slippery edges
 Has this track.

 I swear to those who laid it,
 Soon my patience will burst,
 And I bow like a schoolboy bad:
 Go in a rut, with a rut ...

 But why does it bother me -
 cheeky I, -
 Conditions, in general, in the track
 normal:
 Nobody will knock, do not touch -
 do not complain!
 Do you want to move forward -
 you are welcome!

 No food or drink
 In this cozy rut.

 And I vividly convinced myself:
 I was not alone in it.
 Keep it up - wheel in the wheel! -
 And I'll go where everyone is.

 Here someone shouted not his own:
 "Come on, let go!" -
 And he began to argue with a rut
 by stupidity.
 He in the dispute burned the stock to the bottom
 warmth of the soul -
 And the valves flew off
 and loose leaves.

 But he defeated the edge -
 And the track became wider.

 Suddenly a trace breaks off ...
 The eccentric was dragged into a ditch,
 So that he could not interfere with us, back
 On a foreign track to pass.

 Here and to me the trouble has come -
 the starter zael,
 Now it's not driving,
 but the fray.
 And we must go out, push,
 but no quick,
 Maybe someone will come by
 and draws.

 In vain I wait for help -
 Alien is the track.

 Split with clay and rye
 With the track of this most - a stranger!
 Because the fact that I myself deepened it,
 I killed the backs of the hinds.

 I broke the cold sweat
 up to the stone,
 And I went a little bit ahead
 on dostochke.
 I look - washed the edge of the streams
 spring,
 There the exit is out of the rut -
 the rescue!

 I'm spitting dirt from under the tires
 In someone else's this track.

 Hey you, back, do as I do!
 It means - do not follow me.
 This track is just mine,
 Choose your track!