Текст песни В.Высоцкий - Прерванный полет

Кто-то высмотрел плод, что неспел, неспел...
Потрусили за ствол - он упал, упал...
Вот вам песня о том, кто не спел, не спел,
И что голос имел - не узнал, не узнал.

Может, были с судьбой нелады, нелады,
И со случаем плохи дела, дела,
А тугая струна на лады, на лады
С незаметным изъяном легла.

Он начал робко, с ноты "до",
Но не допел ее не до...
Недозвучал его аккорд, аккорд
И никого не вдохновил...
Собака лаяла, а кот
Мышей ловил...

Смешно! Не правда ли, смешно? Смешно!
А он шутил - недошутил,
Недораспробовал вино
И даже недопригубил.

Он пока лишь затеивал спор, спор,
Неуверенно и не спеша, не спеша,
Словно капельки пота из пор, из пор,
Из-под кожи сочилась душа, душа.

Только начал дуэль на ковре, на ковре,
Еле-еле, едва приступил.
Лишь чуть-чуть осмотрелся в игре,
И судья еще счет не открыл...

Он знать хотел все от и до,
Но не добрался он, не до...
Ни до догадки, ни до дна, до дна,
Не докопался до глубин...
И ту, которая одна,
Не долюбил, не долюбил, не долюбил, не долюбил!..

Смешно, не правда ли, смешно? Смешно!
А он шутил - недошутил.
Осталось недорешено
Все то, что он недорешил.

Ни единою буквой не лгу, не лгу -
Он был чистого слога слуга, слуга.
Он писал ей стихи на снегу, на снегу -
К сожалению, тают снега, снега!

Но тогда еще был снегопад, снегопад,
И свобода писать на снегу.
И большие снежинки и град
Он губами хватал на бегу.

Но к ней в серебряном ландо
Он не добрался и не до...
Не добежал, бегун, беглец, беглец,
Не долетел, не доскакал...
А звездный знак его телец
Холодный Млечный Путь лакал.

Смешно, не правда ли, смешно, смешно,
Когда секунд недостает...
Недостающее звено -
И недолет, и недолет, и недолет, и недолет...

Смешно, не правда ли? Ну вот...
И вам смешно, и даже мне.
Конь на скаку и птица влет -
По чьей вине, по чьей вине, по чьей вине?

1973

Someone spotted a fruit that is unripe, unripe ...
They shook the trunk - it fell, fell ...
Here's a song for you about someone who didn't sing, didn't sing,
And what the voice had - did not recognize, did not recognize.

Maybe there were disagreements with fate, disagreements,
And with the case, things are bad, things are,
A tight string in frets, in frets
She lay down with an imperceptible flaw.

He began timidly, from the note "C"
But I didn't finish it before ...
His chord did not sound, chord
And did not inspire anyone ...
The dog barked and the cat
I caught mice ...

It's funny! Isn't that funny? It's funny!
And he was joking - he was not joking,
Didn't taste the wine
And he even missed it.

So far he only started an argument, an argument,
Uncertainly and slowly, slowly,
Like droplets of sweat from pores, from pores
Soul, soul oozed from under the skin.

Just started a duel on the carpet, on the carpet,
Barely, barely started.
I just looked around the game a little,
And the judge hasn't opened the score yet ...

He wanted to know everything inside and out,
But he did not reach, not to ...
Not to guess, not to the bottom, to the bottom,
Didn't get to the bottom ...
And the one that is alone
Did not love, did not love, did not love, did not love! ..

Funny, isn't it, funny? It's funny!
And he was joking - he was not joking.
Remaining unsolved
All that he did not solve.

I don't lie in a single letter, I don't lie -
He was a pure servant, servant.
He wrote poetry to her in the snow, in the snow -
Unfortunately, snows are melting, snows!

But then it was still snowing, snowing,
And the freedom to write in the snow.
And big snowflakes and hail
He snapped his lips as he ran.

But to her in a silver landau
He didn't get there and didn't get to ...
Didn't run, runner, runaway, runaway,
I didn't reach, I didn't jump ...
And the star sign of his Taurus
The cold Milky Way lapped.

Funny, isn't it, funny, funny
When seconds aren't enough ...
The missing link
And undershot, and undershot, and undershot, and undershot ...

Funny, isn't it? Well...
And you find it funny, and even me.
A galloping horse and a bird flying in -
Whose fault, whose fault, whose fault?

1973