Lyrics Vladimir Vysotsky - Часов, минут, секунд

Hours, minutes, seconds - zeros, -
 Check the hearts with the clock:
 Announced the feast of the whole Earth -
 A day without a single death!

  The entrance to paradise was scored in a hurry,
  Gates of hell - on the bolt, -
  Without reservation and conditions
  Everything is agreed at the top.

   Sing and have fun, people!
   No one from childbirth will die
   And from diseases in your own bed.
   For a whole day darkness will recede,
   Cancer will be delayed all day
   For the whole day they will hold the soul in the body.

 And if where massacre is now -
 Knives keep blunt!
 And if the fight, then - without loss,
 Shooting - so idle.

  It is impossible with his name
  Lead to weigh bows.
  In the name of the lives of millions
  There will be no death of one!
 
   And not for the line itself,
   For myself - for no one
   No one will expose daggers anywhere.
   No one ever falls asleep,
   And do not climb the scaffold
   For the triumph of good and ideals.

 And one hundred bonfires will burn -
 Do not burn, and warm our backs.
 And there will be many disasters
 And the victims - not a single.

  And, falling off the table,
  No one will burst from gluttony,
  And they will fall from pretending
  From shots from around the corner.

   Well, for whom they overlooked,
   Togo mercilessly revive -
   Natrut it, ruffle, stir it:
   There is a special squad of those guys
   That the dead are tainted, -
   They are on the day of chance will cancel.

 Forget revenge and jealous!
 Killers, fervor, kill!
 You can beat, but - do not kill,
 To stifle, but not to death.

  In the window opening do not strive -
  Do not get it, get it down and be a man! -
  For all eliminated the reasons
  From which you can jump down.

   Slyuntyai, gallows, aphids, -
   We'll take you all out of the loop
   And show off the dust,
   Still breathing, cushy, in underwear.
   Under the axes of executioners
   Do not fall heads of draw -
   Reception today is not in the paradise of God.

II
 ... And the time has come, and the day has come, -
 Like an explosion, like blindness!
 Here and there a shriek coiled:
 "Stop, a moment!"

  And a gentle light came from heaven
  And the angelic choirs sang, -
  And people quickly became arrogant:
  Do what you want - there is no death!

   The other drank to death -
   But he lived, a scoundrel, did not die,
   The other in the spans jumped in all sorts of ways,
   And the third was strangled by a neighbor
   And that - his, well, in short, everything
   Good and evil worked with impunity.

 And the one who never knew
 No fights, no quarrels, no disputes, -
 He began to raise his voice
 Like stakes from fences.

  He hastily took out
  From wet cobblestone pavement, -
  And before that he was a quiet scribe
  And evil with violence despised.

   Around no one died, -
   And the one who used to understand
   Death as a reward or deliverance -
   He wanted to beat on the spot, -
   And while he was singing,
   What, they say, remembers a wonderful moment.

 The learned world so lifted up, -
 And a doctor, for science's sake,
 In humans, poisons tested -
 And without antidotes!

  Over there arranged a pogrom -
  It must be a junta or a click, -
  But everything from young to old,
  They live, - all ended in good.

   Suicides, up to one hundred -
   Drove tanks off the bridge
   Hanged in a crowd revived.
   Fortune - out of the wheel ...
   Yes, the day without death was a success! -
   The gunners, rejoicing, feasted.

 ... But suddenly the herald of the message smashed
 By the end of the banquet,
 That triumph failed,
 That someone died somewhere -

  In the quietest corner of the earth,
  Where passions and elements sleep, -
  Reanimators dashing
  They could not get there.

   Who could dare, who dared to dare ?!
   And how did he persuade Death?
   She was given a bribe - Death is not at work.
   Overlooked, even roar, -
   He took but died of love -
   He died on takeoff, on the top note!