Текст песни Ефрем Амирамов - Высоцкому

I am shaking from boredom and from vodka ...
Stars bloomed in the fields of the Universe ...
The night is dimensionless like black tights
On the plump thighs of Mother Earth.
Night, catch on the nail of dawn ... crack ...
Or save the color for tomorrow ...
Vladimir Semyonovich songs
With a creak they straighten my brains ...
And I can hardly lift my bones
In an empty and cramped room alone
There is a lot of anger in me now from pain,
I throw it at you, citizen.
After all, you are Vysotsky, recognized by the people,
And he did not distinguish you with titles,
I'm still a kid with my own rabble
Only your songs moaned day and night.
You sprinkled them like salt
Deep ravines of fresh wounds
They remained pain too clear
In the beaten sinful souls of convicts.
Why did you suddenly tear the masks from the clowns,
They poked a blind finger in a thorn,
And they took paint so generously from the soul,
To show the usual shit?
Hiding bald heads and backs under laurels,
A hypocrite and a coward roamed the world,
And you, from the first song to the end,
They wore a crown of thorns like Jesus.
Tell me, who needed everything?
I ate your word like fresh bread,
Now I'm hungry ... you are gone ...
The truth remains ... the truth,
Launched into life for consumer goods.
The garbage dump is always rich in topics,
Life goes by - and it becomes more and more difficult to wait ...
We have had a big restructuring for a long time,
And you were awarded posthumously ...
Life is cute and devilishly arrogant ...
That roses are rubbish ... That bastards are good,
And I don't have enough beer for my flesh
And your new song for the soul.