Текст песни В Л А Д И М И Р В Ы С О Ц К И Й - Я ВЫШЕЛ РОСТОМ И ЛИЦОМ...

I went growth and face,
Thank you mother and father.
With people not to fret not goaded lorded it over.
Back are not bent, straight walk,
And the mustache does not blow, and lived as he lived,
And the head of his hands helped.

But there was a denunciation was libel -
Around five hundred, and our not -
Was an office with a sign: & quot; time respecting the & quot;, -
There's just no salt to eat,
There stamp shall be random,
Put in an envelope - and send for Mozhaev.

Then - offset, then - home
With seven years behind -
Hang years on me - not quit nor sell.
But the chief was,
Which smartly recruited -
And beyond the Urals began to overtake the car.

The road and the road - MAZ,
Who stuck to their ears,
In the cockpit - the darkness, the third hour silent partner -
If I could shout, much evil is taking -
Back hundred, five hundred and forward
And he - teeth & quot; Sabre Dance & quot; knocks!

We both knew about the route,
This MAZ on buildings waiting -
And our job - villages went - night at midnight!
Well, it is necessary to train so - the New Year -
Back hundred, five hundred and forward -
Signals in vain - a blizzard, and no one to help!

& Quot; stops the engine, - he says -
Let the fire burn MAZ! & Quot;
Like, you see yourself - there is nothing more to catch.
Like, you see himself - the terms of five hundred,
And the night for sure - will bring -
So completely level, it is not necessary to bury! ..

I answer: & quot; Do not moan! & Quot;
And he - for the wrench for the key,
And the wolf looks (he is generally cool) -
And he - the terms of five hundred,
And someone who survive,
He and prove who was right when priprut!

He had me more than my own -
He ate with his hands at me -
And then looking into the eyes - and the cold back.
And he - the terms of five hundred,
And who is there after disassemble,
What he forgot who I was and who he was he to me!

And he went off somewhere to the side.
I let go, and he - lay -
I had a dream about our & quot; cheerful & quot; bells and whistles:
What if the new range of five hundred,
I am looking for a way out of the gate -
But do not have it, there's only entrance, and then - not the same.

End is simple: come to the tractor,
And there was a rope, and there was a doctor,
And MAZ was much put it -
And he came - shakes the whole ...
And there - again a distant voyage -
I do not remember evil - again, I'll take it!