Lyrics Владимир Высоцкий - Памятник

During my lifetime I was tall and slender,
I was not afraid of a word, not a bullet
And in the usual framework did not climb, -
But since I am considered deceased,
They limped me and bent me,
To the pedestal nailing "Achilles".

Do not shake me the granite meat
And do not pull out of the pedestal
Achilles this heel,
And the iron carcass ribs
Deadly taken with a solution of cement, -
Only cramps along the ridge.

       I boasted with a fathom sazhen -
               Now, be on the death line! -
       I did not know that I would undergo a trial
               After death, -
       But in the usual framework I'm stuck -
               At the dispute,
       A slanting uneven sazhen -
               Straightened.

And from me, when I took and died,
Live mask aftermath removed
Rapid family members, -
And I do not know who told them, -
Only with gypsum I completely hampered
Asian cheekbones are mine.

I did not imagine this, I did not dream,
And I thought that I was not in danger
To be all dead dead, -
But the surface on the impression was glossy,
And grave boredom skewered
Of my toothless smile.

       I did not put in my life those who are predatory,
               In the mouth of the finger,
       Approached with the standard measure -
               They were afraid, -
       But to remove the mask of the posthumous -
               Immediately in the bathroom -
       The undertaker came up to me with a yardstick
               The wooden ...

And then, after a year, -
As the crown of my correction -
Strongly knocked down cast monument
With a huge crowd of people
They opened it to a cheerful song, -
Under my - with magnetized tapes.

The silence broke over me -
Sounds rushed from the speakers,
From the roofs hit the directional light, -
My desperate voice is frustrated
Modern means of science
Turned into a pleasant falsetto.

       I'm dumb, I'm in the blanket, -
               We'll all be there! -
       I yelled at the same time as an eunuch
               In the ears of people.
       Savan yanked - how I'm loaded, -
               Now, be on the death line! -
       Do I really need this kind of you?
               After death ?!

The commander's steps are angry and rumbling.
I decided: as in time it -
Do not walk through the plates ringing? -
And crowds shied in the alleys,
When I tore out my foot with a groan
And stones were falling from me.

I banked - a goal, ugly, -
But also falling - got out of the skin,
Reached with an iron stick, -
And, when it had already crashed to the ground,
Of tattered mouthpieces still
I croaked like it: "Alive!"

       And the fall me and bent,
               And it broke,
       But my sharp cheekbones stick out
               Of metal!
       I could not, as it pleased,
               Shito-covered.
       I, on the contrary, left publicly
               From granite.