Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - День без единой смерти

Hours, minutes, seconds - zeros,
Check the hearts with the clock.
The holiday of the whole Earth has been announced:
A day without a single death.
Entrance to Paradise in a hurry,
Gates of Hell on a deadbolt,
Everything is agreed at the top,
Without reservations and conditions.

   The decision does not lie:
   No one dies during childbirth
   And from diseases in my own bed
   And the oldest type in the world
   Delay your dying rattle
   And until the morning barely reach.

And if there is a massacre - now,
Keep the knives dumb!
And if the battle is so lossless
Shooting - so single.

   It is impossible with His name
   Lead Weigh Bows
   There will be no death of one
   In the name of the life of millions.

Specifically, simply, businessly:
In the name of the devil himself
Nobody draws daggers.
No one will ever fall asleep
And will not ascend to the scaffold
For the triumph of kindness and ideals.

   Forget revenge and jealousy
   Killers, ardor die.
   You can beat, but not kill
   Choke, but not to death.

Hey! Do not stand on the ledge
And do not block the light!
Forget jumping top to bottom
Look, go up from the bottom!

   Sunts, gallows, aphids,
   We take you all out of the loop
   Still breathing, warm, underneath.
   Under the executioners' axes
   The heads of no one will fall
   - Reception today is not in the paradise of the Lord!

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

   And falling off the table
   No one will burst from gluttony
   From shots from around the corner
   We will fall out of pretense.

For the whole day the darkness will recede
The cancer will recede all day
For the whole day, chance will be canceled.
And since they don’t overlook anyone.
There is a special squad of those guys
That the dead will be torn apart
Grate, scuffle, scold.

   Death plunged into oblivion
   I gave death a bribe
   And they gave her a drink
   And even the braid was taken away.

In a cozy box in silence
Lies on the Butyrsky farm
And sees dirty tricks in a dream
And groaning snoring heroic.

   Nothing can stop
   We live, laugh and breathe
   We are waiting for the event in a joyful languor!
   For black people in Pillars
   Fully Straitjacket
   - Let them celebrate
   In a crazy house.

And the hour struck, and the day arose,
Like an explosion, like blinding.
And here and there a scream soared: - Stop,
a moment!
And gentle light poured from heaven
And angelic choirs sang
And people quickly became insolent: - Create,
what you want! .. There is no death!

   One drank to death
   “But he lived, scoundrel, not dying.”
   The other jumped overhead in all sorts of ways,
   And the third was strangled by a neighbor,
   And that his ... Well, in a word, everything
   Good and evil have done with impunity.

And the one who never knew
No fights, no quarrels, no disputes - Now
raised his voice
Like stakes from fences.
He patiently took out
From wet cobblestone bridges ...
And before he was a quiet scribe
And evil despised with violence.

   No one was dying anywhere
   And the one who used to understand
   Death as a reward, as deliverance
   - He tried to beat on the spot,
   And he himself at that time sang
   What, they say, remembers a wonderful moment.

Some kind of brave general
From envy to military juntas
All day with a supply of bombs flew
Over a peaceful village.
Before the journey, I’m not faded
Caught Spy Caught - He
I bit the ampoule with poison,
But only he cut his tongue.

   Like this in our cities
   Without blood, torture, personal dramas
   The day was rolling like a rockfall in a gorge.
   Everyone immediately began to live gloriously! ..
   I'm afraid they can't be stopped
   When suddenly the fun ends.

The scientific world - so all perked up,
And a doctor, for the sake of science,
I tested poisons in public - and
no antidotes.
Well, there was a pogrom to the Jews - Frolicked
ruling clique
But everything from small to large
Live - it all ended in good.

   Suicides, up to a hundred,
   They drove tanks from the bridge,
   Hanged - in a crowd revived.
   Fortune - Get Out of the Wheel!
   Yes! A day without death was a success!
   Skirmishers rejoiced, rejoicing.

But suddenly the herald spread the message
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
Where could not get
Resuscitators are dashing.

   Who could dare? Who dare to dare?
   And how did they persuade death?
   She was given a bribe - death is not at work.
   Overlooked - at least a roar!
   - He just died of love,
   On takeoff, he died, on a top note.