Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Еще бы не бояться мне полетов

"Moscow - Odessa" in 10 years

                  Vladimir Vysotsky

Still - do not be afraid of me flying
When my boss, E.B. Izotov,
Sparing like, pricks like a needle.
“Eh,” he says, “poor thing!”
They have something in Chicago
There was an accident three days ago! .. "

At least he spat: all the same people are brothers,
And we two and not under the baggage, -
But hell knows, and so for the undertaking
I - at least where, at least how and at least on what!

        I'm not scared: I'm tipsy, -
        To walk along the ladder without batting,
        I'm already training on the ground
        Tight-natugo belt tightening.

But, thank God, I do not fly out -
At the airport, I spend time
With one of the same - twin, -
We drink the seventh in a day
For all of us to sit down
And maybe - to where we fly.

Let the restaurant not take away,
There the radio is silent - there is grace -
The doorman will run in and bark: “Who is in Vilnius! ..
Keep drinking calmly! "

        I fly - a sharp knife and a loop:
        Neither eat, nor drink, nor smoke,
        And yet - security for -
        I have to fasten myself!

At the machine - in it is the mind chamber -
I stand, smiling stupidly:
This was answered by the machine! ..
Incredible - in Yeysk -
Almost European:
Freedom of speech - if it's a mate.

My smart friend began to break by noon -
Already a police outfit is called:
He bent the screws at the "IL-18"
And he immediately demanded a parachute.

        I began to admonish a friend:
        "Pasha, Pasha, Pasha, Plow!
        If we add a little bit,
        Why the hell do you parachute! .. "

He explained that they wouldn’t lie:
He flew once, did not tighten his belts,
Suddenly - an explosion! But he was ready for this:
And then I found a loophole -
Straightened quilted jacket
And landed in a flower bed ...

We were stunned by his story!
And here everything is transferred - and not in vain -
All flights in recent weeks
Tomorrow is the thirty-third of December.

        I spin in vain on my navel
        I worry in vain at all:
        If there is an emergency in the air -
        Land on a Chinese raincoat!

But, dimly feeling the anxiety,
I recall: I went out without a cloak, -
Well, what have you done, Kat, and Kat!
Here are just two neighbors -
They stuck nets with food,
And the nets will let air through ...

My departure announced, or what? I would
I didn’t get up - now don’t raise me!
I hear: "Passengers for November!
Your departure is postponed to May! "

        In vain I twitch: Yeysk is not Beirut, -
        Passengers are calmer than lambs,
        They don’t take terrorists on a flight,
        Trouble in the spring will eliminate.

Think of me as a complete idiot
But I would fly there with Aeroflot:
They have a good-bye - and into the sky, do not like it.
And here - sit and bask:
Always a flight delay, -
Although it’s a day, you’ll live an extra one!

We took the punch and turkey skin - br-r!
Now we scurry up to the wind in the dark:
Facilities in the yard, although December
And New Year - flies to itself on "TU".

        My friend swears that he’s drunk
        That he will remove all, if necessary.
        “How so,” he says, “the whole country
        Never flies anywhere! .. "

... And at that time somewhere in Krasnoyarsk,
On the tile, seated in Tatar,
About procrastination without grief
Spends the third day
With champagne in the toilet
The New Year itself - and drinks for itself!

        But in Khabarovsk the flight was canceled -
        There the plane sat down reliably, -
        Because of new times
        In our city does not come!