Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Баллада об оружии

Around the world, small people rush about, live in installments, -
Bad and good, herd and alone.

I know the good ones worse -
They must have wings!
With the bad - even I am friendly, -
They want weapons
Weapons
Violence!

Big people - Ace and Croesus -
Have a passion for rockets
And for the little ones, what to do without
Weapons in this world?

Look at that hunah
No money in my pocket
But there’s a fig in your pocket -
Cocked gun.

He dreams about dinner
Already in the morning and afternoon,
And the jacket is narrowed -
Puffs on it.

And I'll walk with him willingly
In the evening light
Sweating fingers
On the trigger.

I am purposeful, businesslike,
Smoked, chopped up, drunk!

Hey, you're staring at me - I'm not like a cripple!
I’m soaking my throat - and I will marry a man.

Come together clumsy
With me to poison the balance
And right after dinner
I’ll sing about weapons
Weapons
Ballad!

A great player, even a dwarf,
Fighting in the cards
Bluffing large mostly
All-in big bumps.

And indulge in a bomb -
We don’t have one,
Besides, we are modest people:
We need a gun.

And now in your pocket - bought
Ordinary gun
And sharp as flaky
Stiletto familiar to all.

People scurry in horror
On the right side
And we are fully armed
We walk around the country.

At the barrel of a falling face
Facing the walls! To stand! Do not move!

In vain, man, after oblivion you rummage through pharmacies, -
Buy yourself an ax though - and you will become a man!

I’ll turn all out
And the bare truth
I will sing others no worse than I
About cute weapons
Weapons
Ballad!

Buy underwear?
Why the hell are we in it!
Buy a gunshot -
To the right, around the corner.

Well, get started! Come on!
Learn to shoot everything!
In newspapers about weapons -
On each lane.

Here is a sweetie in the stomach
Here is a bitter soul:
Smacked the artist
For a pound of papier-mâché.

Atu! Shoot the board -
In people, puppies, kittens, -
Sale, thank goodness,
Will not be banned soon!

As long as weapons are not banned here,
Do not be afraid - everything is in order in this world!

Not scary without a weapon - a toothy barracuda,
Big and without weapons - big, to console us -
And small people are not people without weapons:
All small people without weapons are targets.

Large - beat on elephants,
Chasing tigers
And to me, and to you - where are we already
To joke with such games!

Let large spheres -
Big people do, -
One has already played with the Panthers,
Others - play out ...

We have a gun in our pocket -
Tiny, new, -
And the earth is our pillow
The litter is down.

Blood, swamp
Pulsing in the temple
Sweaty blue fingers
On the trigger.

We little people are in a gut society
But if you look at us from the side -
Behind the narrow shoulders of a small person
Standing frowningly, gloomy fools - two big wars.

"Kohl is quiet and modest - they will not kill" -
All speculation is idle, -
We sell for good reason
Amiable weapon!

And then the Nord-Ost blew -
The price set is similar, -
Thanks to God,
The country is still free!

Ah, this life is penniless
Like dust - blow it and no! -
Piece, cheap -
Cheaper than cigarettes.

And life is eccentric,
Like a thin hair, -
One finger touch
On the trigger!

As long as the purchase is easy, we are all right with you,
We take life - how to spit - we were taught to fight!
Around and without war - war, but with bare hands -
Neither threaten, nor nail, nor hijack a plane!

For bullets everyone is within reach
Not a damn thing, not a god to them,
And we shoot ourselves and
We are not touching anyone.

Shooting, excitement all colors,
All ages are submissive:
And old and young, and that, and that,
And - yellow, white, black.

Again sucks in the stomach.
Habitual