Vladimir Vysotsky About poets and hunters LYRICS
To poets and others, but more to poets
Who ended his life tragically is a true poet,
And if in the exact time - so fully.
At 26, one stepped under the gun
The other got into a noose in Angleterre.
And at thirty-three to Christ ... (He was a poet, he said:
"Don't kill!" If you kill, I'll find it everywhere, they say.)
But - nails in his hands, so that he does not do anything,
So as not to write and think about anything.
With the number 37, the hop flies off me.
And now it blew like a cold:
Under this figure, Pushkin guessed a duel
And Mayakovsky lay down with his temple on the barrel.
Let's linger on the number 37. God is insidious -
He put the question bluntly: either - or.
Both Byron and Rimbaud lay at this turn,
And the current ones somehow slipped through.
The duel did not take place or was postponed,
And at thirty-three they crucified, but not much.
And at thirty-seven - not blood, but what is there blood - and gray hair
Not so much stained whiskey.
Weak to shoot? In your heels, they say, has your soul gone long ago?
Patience, psychopaths and hunters!
Poets walk with their heels on the edge of a knife
And cut their bare souls into blood.
The word "long-necked" had three e's at the end.
Shorten the poet! - the conclusion is clear.
And a knife into him - but he is happy to hang on the edge,
Stabbed to death for being dangerous.
I pity you, adherents of fatal dates and numbers!
Languish like concubines in a harem:
The lifespan has increased, and maybe the ends
The poets have moved away for a while!
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Alternative names:
To the poets
About fatal dates and numbers
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Versions:
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But - nails in his hands, so that he does not do anything,
So that he does not write and that he thinks less.
or
Nails on the forehead, so as not to think about anything.
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The lifespan has increased. And maybe the ends
The poets have moved away for a while!
Yes, really, the neck is long - bait for the noose,
And the chest is a target for arrows, but take your time.
Those who left not by dates gained immortality,
So don't rush the living!
