Lyrics В.Высоцкий - Чужая колея

Am

Itself is guilty - and I shed tears,

Am E7

And oh,

E7

Got into someone else's rut

E7 Am

Deep.

A7

I set my goals

A7 Dm

The choice itself,

Dm E7

And now out of the rut

E7 Am

Do not get out.

 

Dm Am

Steep slippery edges

Dm Am

Has this track.

 

Am Dm Am

I swear to those who laid it, -

Am Dm Am

My patience will soon burst,

Am Dm Am

And I bow as a schoolboy bad,

Am E7 Am

Track - in a track, with a track ...

 

But why does it strike me?

Sassy I am!

Conditions, in general, in the track

Normal.

No one will knock, do not wipe -

Do not complain.

Want to move forward?

You are welcome.

 

No food or drink

In this cozy rut,

 

And I 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 it go! -

And he began to argue with the rut

By stupidity.

He in the dispute burned the stock to the bottom

Heat of the soul,

And the valves flew off

And loose leaves.

 

But he has ripped the edges,

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 had eaten.

Now it's not driving,

And fidgeting.

And we should go out, push,

But no quick -

Maybe someone will come along -

And pull ...

 

In vain I wait for help, -

Alien this track.

 

Split with clay and rye

With the track of this very stranger, -

The fact that I myself deepened it,

I killed the backs of the people.

 

I broke the cold sweat

To the bone,

And I walked a little forward

By dostochke.

I look - the edges of the streams have blurred

Spring,

There exit is out of 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.