Lyrics Владимир Высоцкий - Песенка про прыгуна в высоту

Song about the high jumper


Run, push ... And - it is a shame to rise:

Sawdust in the mouth, tears from under the eyelids, -

At the turn of the damned two twelve

The bar blocked my way up.


I confess to you, as in spirit:

This is the whole sporting life -

Only a moment are you upstairs -

And you fall rapidly down.



But I will eat the forbidden fruits from the tree I,


And for the tail I bring glory.


Who has jogging - left,


And I have a jog - right!


Run, push ... Witnesses of the fall

They whistle and pull their legs to the bottom.

My trainer told me without regret:

"But you, guy, jump in length!


You have a sprain in the groin;

Jumping from the right is a stupid whim, -

Can't you stay upstairs -

You are falling rapidly. "



But choking as if from anger I


I explained sensibly: most importantly,


That they have a jog - left,


And I have a jog - right!


Take off, push ... I can’t catch up with the Canadian -

He laughs in my face on the fly!

I again knocked down the bar by two twelve -

And the coach told me bluntly


That the bosses are in the tenth row,

And that my brain is rinsed

If at once, at this hour I won’t go down

I'm with the wrong right foot.



But I'd rather drink a potion with poison,


I'll do something on myself -


But your wrong right


I will not replace the right left!


The stands began to laugh together -

But my fervor from the ridicule did not weaken:

Run, push, flight ... And two twelve -

Now my completed stage!


May my injury in the groin hurt

Let him jump to a limp, -

But I was still upstairs

And do not push me from a height!



So I ate the forbidden fruits from the tree,


And I caught the glory by the tail, -


Let them have a push - left,


But my jogging is right!