Singer: Vladimir Vysotsky. Page 4

Communicate with silence I,
Afraid to raise your eyes,
About the funny
I try to remember.

Life - alphabet: I somewhere
Already in "TSE-che-she-has", -
I will leave in this summer
In a crimson cloak.
But will stick to hand I
At the end of the letter "I"
Still bother me! -
I squeeze their hand.

At acquaintance I always see in people only good. As long as the person can prove otherwise.

Don't shout words of love, do not shout,
Until then keep them in captivity -
Let the shouting ships in the night
Well, you keep silent, keep silent, -
Hurry and look for the wind field.

If the salvation of the knife,
And the surgeon with the cap -
It is better that this
It is now and then.

Live, not waiting for a miracle,
But swollen veins in shame -
Every time I want out of here
To escape somewhere.