/* кто там шагает вправо?, или шагает влево? */
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXH89UAa_0g
слова и музыка В. Высоцкого
it's all my fault, - and now I mourn
and keep regret -
I catched the stranger groove,
one deep fetched.
I aimed my own goals,
by my choice myself,
and now I can't get out
off the treaded gauge.
it's very slip and steepy edged,
this someone made-up tricky track.
I curse them who have laid it so,
my patience is quite close to blow,
and I inflect, like a pupil in school,
to the rut, in the rut, with the rut.
but why should not I feel at ease? -
I'm a sassy case.
it's nice to be in trend as is,
acceptable.
no one would rap-n-squeeze or squeal, -
please, no squalls.
you wanna move inside a still -
just come on go.
here is enough both drink and food
in this snug secure-looking rut.
and I quickly assured myself,
I'm not lone to get in this shelf.
carry on! wheel to wheel, step by step!
I'll arrive where to all're railed. [ossia: I'll arrived with all the rest.]
hark! - someone broke out of himself
- yo, get off the way! -
and started contest with the rails
of pure heresy.
at spar, he has burned all his store
of heart-n-soul warmth,
to ashes and ashes he was burned,
his valves and vessels.
so he has crumpled borders then,
so rut has widened hence.
but his traces are abruptly cut,
freaking crank was dragged quickly aside,
to prevent him disturb common people
on the way they're guided to live.
but soon I got a trouble, too -
the trigger's gone.
and now this is not a move,
just wiggle shuffle.
so I'd get out, give a push,
but no will,
I'd rather hold for someone could
and able to deal..
in vain I wait for backing help, -
this way is proved to be wrong trade.
'd better knock by a mud and a rust,
with this wrong rut I routinely run,
while I deepened it more by deeds,
I discouraged them who 're after me.
I shuddered in a cold sweat
nuts-and-bolts,
and I walked face fore just a little
on a little pole.
I sighted - edges are washed out
by vernal sprays,
there is a gateway off the stuck -
here is a chance!
from under tires I drop the muck
on this misleading stranger track.
hey, dudes, do, like I do.
that means, don't [you] follow me.
it's not yours, it's mine own rut,
try to find what can suit you, indeed.
#В_С_В #a_ex