/* yet another wing of butterfly */
слова и музыка В. Высоцкого
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uD4BforUuJk
along a precipice, upon abyss, at the breakage, very cut off,
I drive, urging my steed horses by a whip, I ride 'em hurry,
I miss air, the wind I'm drinking and the sweepy fog I gulp down,
with a fatal joy I'm sensing, I go afail, beyond bounds.
little slower, my horses, a little not so swift,
don't you listen to tight strung up lash.
but the horses, which I have got, are hard to please,
I miss time to be live, I'll miss time to sing till end.
I will water my steeds,
I'll sing up what I sing,
little more I will stand on the brink of the limit..
I'll be gone, a tiny feather, I'll be swept out by a windstorm,
and at morrow, I'll be drawn to a point of no returning.
do switch for a lesser hasty pace, go easier, my horses,
if not for a bit, but extend way to th' latter of the corners.
little slower, my horses, a little not so swift,
don't take orders from whip and from lash.
but the horses, which I have got, are hard to please,
I missed time to be live, I'll miss time to sing till end.
I will water my steeds,
I'll sing up what I sing,
little more I will stay on the brink of the limits..
we are on time, to visit here - no lateness can be possible,
but why the welcomers are singing with so evilish tuned voices?
or it's bell, got sunk in cry tongues,
or it's me belling to horses not to be so flightly volant?
little slower, my horses, a little not so swift,
don't you breeze so volant with wings.
but the horses, which I have got, are hard to please,
as I missed time to live, then I'd catch time to sing.
I will water my steeds,
I'll sing up what I sing,
as it's moment of light, I'll have sound to sing.
#В_С_В #a_ex
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