Lyrics of the song Vladimir Vysotsky - we choose the difficult path. Lyrics of the song Vladimir Vysotsky - who has not been here And we pray that the insurance does not fail

This is not a plain, here the climate is different -
Avalanches are coming one after another.
And here, behind the rockfall, the rockfall roars, -
And you can turn, go around the cliff, -
But we choose the hard way
Dangerous, like a military path!

Who hasn't been here, who hasn't taken risks -
He didn't test himself
Even if below he grabbed the stars from heaven:
You won’t meet us below, no matter how you reach out,
For all my happy life
A tenth of such beauties and wonders.

There are no scarlet roses and mourning ribbons,
And it doesn't look like a monument
That stone that gave you peace -
Like an Eternal Flame, it sparkles during the day
Top of emerald ice -
Which you never conquered.

And let them say, yes, let them say,
But no, no one dies in vain!
This is better than vodka and colds.
Others will come, changing the comfort
At risk and exorbitant labor, -
They will take you on a route you have not taken.

Sheer walls... Come on, don't yawn!
Don't rely on luck here -
In the mountains, neither stone, nor ice, nor rock is reliable, -
We only hope for strong hands,
On the hands of a friend and a driven hook -
And we pray that the insurance doesn’t let us down.

We are cutting down the steps... Not a step back!
And my knees are shaking from tension,
And the heart is ready to rush out of the chest to the top.
The whole world is in the palm of your hand - you are happy and dumb
And you’re just a little jealous of those
Others - for whom the peak is still ahead. You"re not plain, the climate is different -
Avalanche go one by one.
And here in the rockfall rockfall roars -
And you can fold, open round the -
But we choose the hard way
Dangerous as military trail!.

Who here did not happen, who did not venture -
He himself has not experienced,
Even if it is at the bottom of the star snapped from heaven:
At the bottom can not be found, it does not tyanis,
For all your happy life
Tenth of such beauty and wonders.

No red roses and mourning ribbons,
And not like a monument
The stone that the rest gave you -
As the Eternal Flame, sparkles in the afternoon
The top of the emerald ice -
That you have not won.

And let them say, yes, let's say
But - no, no one dies in vain!
That's better - than from vodka and colds.
Others will come, succeeding comfort
On risk and excessive labor -
You will be unclimbed route.

Steep walls... Well - do not yawn!
You are not relying on luck -
The mountains are not reliable nor stone, nor ice or rock -
Hopefully only a fortress hands
On the other hand hammered and hook -
And pray that the insurance did not disappoint.

We chop stage...Not a step back!
And tension knees tremble,
And my heart is ready to run to the top of the chest.
The whole world in the palm - you"re happy and it
And just a little bit jealous of the fact
Others - in which the vertex is yet to come.

The top is music. Vysotsky V.S. / lyrics Vysotsky V.S.

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From Vysotsky’s memories of the mountains:

“...The atmosphere in the mountains, especially among climbers, is completely different than on the plain. There is some kind of freedom to choose the path - how to go? Freedom to choose the people to go with. Do you understand? No one will stop you, the police will not say: “You can’t cross here - the light is red,” the doctor will not forbid you, your family will not stop you, which is dangerous, and so on. Everything depends on you. You, nature and your friends - there is no one else. The word “friendship” there, in the mountains, has been preserved in its original sense. Probably in other places too, but especially in the mountains. This is not the name of a cafe, or a club, or a wall newspaper. Here this word is really what it should be. It's impossible otherwise. You go with him in the same bundle, and everything for him depends on you, and for you - on him.

...I was present in one case when, while climbing the Free Spain peak, a group of the CSKA team of five people was caught in a rockfall and one was killed to death. We helped the remaining group go down. For three days, while there was bad weather and the helicopter could not fly in, two of the deceased’s comrades stood on a thirty-centimeter ledge, tied to a rock, to help lower the body of the deceased friend. And this is not a feat, no - this is a normal behavior in the mountains.

There are, of course, exceptions. So, one of my climbing songs is “This is not a plain for you”- probably the only one that is written about a specific case. This incident struck me, and even then, it was largely invented. If a person really writes, he, of course, must invent a lot, invent by association, and generalize. And if even from the song it seems that this is a really natural story that happened to me or to someone else, no, almost all of this is fiction.

Then I composed songs for the film “Vertical” directed by S. Govorukhin. At first we wanted them to be played over the credits. But I am against this use of songs. The audience reads who is the make-up artist, who is the director, and at this time some important lines that you have been torturing at night are heard behind the scenes. It's a pity. I wrote the song that we were going to play at the credits - “This is not a plain here, the climate here is different” after a group of five climbers, the CSKA team, suffered a disaster almost before our eyes. One of them died, and we helped his two wounded comrades go down. And I wrote a song that has a sequel. Her life was extended, oddly enough, by death. Because the words of this song are written on the graves of fallen climbers:

Others will come, changing the comfort,
At risk and excessive work...

They send me photographs of these places; they are kept in my home. And, of course, it would be a pity if such a song just disappears, plays somewhere in the background.”

I have two bad habits, and it seems that, according to others, these are the most terrible and harmful habits in the world. Because my friends have bothered me to bother me in connection with them.

My first bad habit is eating chocolate. I can easily eat two milk chocolates in a row, but I usually limit myself to one a day. Yes, I know it’s harmful, but I love chocolate and I’m not going to give it up. But as soon as someone finds out about this love of mine, they immediately attack from all sides.

“You’ll get fat,” a friend who watches her weight tells me.

Damn, I have a body mass index of only 15. This is not enough, I need to gain at least 10 kg to reach a normal weight, I would gladly gain weight and even take away your extra kilos, so this is not an argument at all.

“Diabetes will develop,” says the second friend, taking another drag from her cigarette. I don’t exclude this possibility, but you, my dear, are not stopped by all these “Ministry of Health warnings” on every pack of cigarettes. You still smoke one pack a day. So why should I give up chocolates?

“You’re spending money on unknown things,” one acquaintance chuckles. Yes, I do. But I earn them. I even manage to save and not borrow from everyone I can.

You’ll ruin your teeth,” shakes his head another acquaintance, who has long ruined his liver with constant binges and continues to drink as soon as he gets money for the next bottle. Well, I'll spoil them. What do you care? I won’t spoil yours, I’ll spoil mine. And I won’t take money from you for a crown instead of a tooth destroyed by caries, honestly. I didn’t take it this winter.

My second bad habit is my cat. Why harmful? Because I have allergies and every month I pay for the opportunity to keep a pet at home at the pharmacy, buying an allergy medicine.

Well, I love coming home and cuddling this cutest furry creature. I love playing with him, feeding him, petting him, listening to him purr. And there is no need to make such round eyes, I take all measures that allow me to keep a cat and not be afraid of dying from Quincke's edema.

Firstly, he is castrated, which is why he produces fewer allergens. Secondly, I take the above-mentioned allergy pills because I know that if I miss a dose, my eyes will start to itch, my throat will start to itch, my throat will start to itch, I’ll have a cough, a runny nose, blotchy skin, and the list goes on. Thirdly, I keep the cat out of my bedroom, allowing him to reign over the rest of the apartment. Fourthly, I constantly clean the house so that there is as little hair as possible on the furniture and floor.

And seriously, in the four years that I have had him, it has even become easier for me: before, my eyes would start to itch almost immediately after I stroked him, but now I can even lie on the couch with him in my arms for three hours.

So please stop telling me that I should give my cat to someone. I love him, he is a member of my family, I don’t want to give him up!

Yes, I know that chocolate is harmful, just like a cat for an allergy sufferer. But I like to cuddle the cat and eat chocolates. Are you saying that I'm slowly killing myself like this? But you, too, are slowly killing yourself with smoking and alcohol. And for that matter, I choose a sweet and cute death.

This is not a plain, here the climate is different -
Avalanches are coming one after another.
And here, behind the rockfall, the rockfall roars, -
And you can turn, go around the cliff, -
But we choose the hard way
Dangerous, like a military path!

Who hasn't been here, who hasn't taken risks -
He didn't test himself
Even if below he grabbed the stars from heaven:
You won’t meet us below, no matter how you reach out,
For all my happy life
A tenth of such beauties and wonders.

There are no scarlet roses and mourning ribbons,
And it doesn't look like a monument
That stone that gave you peace -
Like an Eternal Flame, it sparkles during the day
Top of emerald ice -
Which you never conquered.

And let them say, yes, let them say,
But no, no one dies in vain!
This is better than vodka and colds.
Others will come, changing the comfort
At risk and exorbitant labor, -
They will take you on a route you have not taken.

Sheer walls... Come on, don't yawn!
Don't rely on luck here -
In the mountains, neither stone, nor ice, nor rock is reliable, -
We only hope for strong hands,
On the hands of a friend and a driven hook -
And we pray that the insurance doesn’t let us down.

We are cutting down the steps... Not a step back!
And my knees are shaking from tension,
And the heart is ready to rush out of the chest to the top.
The whole world is in the palm of your hand - you are happy and dumb
And you’re just a little jealous of those
Others - for whom the peak is still ahead.

You"re not plain, the climate is different -
Avalanche go one by one.
And here in the rockfall rockfall roars -
And you can fold, open round the -
But we choose the hard way
Dangerous as military trail!.

Who here did not happen, who did not venture -
He himself has not experienced,
Even if it is at the bottom of the star snapped from heaven:
At the bottom can not be found, it does not tyanis,
For all your happy life
Tenth of such beauty and wonders.

No red roses and mourning ribbons,
And not like a monument
The stone that the rest gave you -
As the Eternal Flame, sparkles in the afternoon
The top of the emerald ice -
That you have not won.

And let them say, yes, let's say
But - no, no one dies in vain!
That's better - than from vodka and colds.
Others will come, succeeding comfort
On risk and excessive labor -
You will be unclimbed route.

Steep walls... Well - do not yawn!
You are not relying on luck -
The mountains are not reliable nor stone, nor ice or rock -
Hopefully only a fortress hands
On the other hand hammered and hook -
And pray that the insurance did not disappoint.

We chop stage...Not a step back!
And tension knees tremble,
And my heart is ready to run to the top of the chest.
The whole world in the palm - you"re happy and it
And just a little bit jealous of the fact
Others - in which the vertex is yet to come.

Vertex
muses and lyrics V. Vysotsky

This is not a plain for you,
The climate here is different -
Avalanches are coming one after another
And here, behind the rockfall, the rockfall roars, -
And you can turn, go around the cliff, -
But we choose the hard way
Dangerous, like a military path.

Who hasn't been here, who hasn't taken risks -
He didn't test himself
Even if below he grabbed the stars from heaven:
You won’t meet me below, no matter how you reach out
For all my happy life
A tenth of such beauties and wonders.

There are no scarlet roses and mourning ribbons,
And it doesn't look like a monument
That stone that gave you peace -
Like an Eternal Flame, it sparkles during the day
Top of emerald ice -
Which you never conquered.

And let them say, yes, let them say,
But no, no one dies in vain!
This is better than vodka and colds.
Others will come, changing the comfort
At risk and exorbitant labor, -
They will take you on a route you have not taken.

Sheer walls... Come on, don't yawn!
Don't rely on luck here -
In the mountains, neither stone, nor ice, nor rock is reliable, -
We only hope for strong hands,
On the hands of a friend and a driven hook -
And we pray that the insurance doesn’t let us down.

We are cutting down the steps... Not a step back!
And my knees are shaking from tension,
And the heart is ready to rush out of the chest to the top.
The whole world is in the palm of your hand - you are happy and dumb
And you’re just a little jealous of those
For others, for whom the peak is still ahead.

Farewell to the mountains
author V.Vysotsky

In the bustle of cities and in traffic flows
We are returning - there is simply nowhere to go! -
And we go down from the conquered peaks,
Leaving in the mountains, leaving your heart in the mountains.

Chorus:

I have already proven everything to myself:

Which I haven't been to yet.
Which I haven't been to yet.

Who wants to be alone in trouble?
Who wants to leave without heeding the call of their heart?!
But we descend from the conquered peaks, -
What to do - and the gods descended to earth.

How many words and hopes, how many songs and themes
The mountains wake us up - and call us to stay! -
But we go down - some for a year, some completely -
Because always
Because we always have to come back.

Chorus:
So leave unnecessary disputes -
I have already proven everything to myself:
The only things better than mountains are mountains,
Which no one has ever been to!

Song about a friend
author V.Vysotsky

If a friend suddenly turns out to be
Neither a friend nor an enemy, but...
If you don't understand right away,
Whether he is good or bad -
Pull the guy to the mountains - take a risk! -
Don't leave him alone:
Let him be in conjunction with you -
There you will understand who he is.

If a guy is in the mountains - no,
If you immediately become limp and go down,
The step stepped onto the glacier and - wilted,
Stumbled - and screamed -
So, next to you is a stranger,
Don't scold him, drive him away:
They don’t take people like that up here either
They don't sing about people like that.

If he didn’t whine, didn’t whine,
Even though he was gloomy and angry, he walked
And when you fell off the cliffs,
He moaned, but held on
If I followed you like into battle,
At the top stood - intoxicated -
So, as for yourself,
Rely on him!

The Ballad of the Alpine Shooters
auto V.Vysotsky

The sunset flickered like the steel of a blade.
Death counted its prey.
The fight will be tomorrow, but for now
The platoon buried itself in the clouds
And he left along the pass.

Chorus:
Stop talking -
Onwards and upwards, and there...
After all, these are our mountains,
They will help us!
They will help us!

And before the war, this slope
The German guy took you with him!
He fell down but was saved
But now, perhaps, he
He prepares his machine gun for battle.

The platoon climbs up, and at the river -
The one you were paired with before.
We wait for the attack to the point of anguish,
And here are the alpine arrows
Something is out of whack today.

You are here again, you are all collected,
You are waiting for the treasured signal.
And that guy, he’s here too.
Among the shooters from Edelweiss.
They need to be thrown off the pass!

Rock climber
auto V.Vysotsky

I asked you: - Why are you going to the mountains?
And you went to the top, and you were eager to fight.
- After all, Elbrus can be seen great from an airplane! -
You laughed and took it with you.

And since then you have become close and affectionate,

For the first time pulling me out of a crack,
You smiled, my climber.

And then, behind these damned cracks,
When I praised your dinner,
I received two short slaps -
But he was not offended, but said:

My climber, my climber!
Every time looking for me through the cracks,
You scolded me, my climber.

And then on each of our ascents -
Why are you distrustful of me?! -
You insured me with pleasure,
My gutta-percha climber.

Oh, how distant and unaffectionate you are,
My climber, my climber!
Every time you pull me out of the abyss,
You scolded me, my climber.

I reached out for you with all my strength, -
I'm just a stone's throw away from you.
I’ll climb up and say: “That’s enough, honey!”
Then he fell down, but managed to say:

Oh, how close and affectionate you are,
My climber, my climber!
We are now connected by one rope -
We both became rock climbers.

EVERY PERSON HAS HIS OWN RESULTS
V.Vysotsky

Each person has his own grievances -
Time passes and he forgets,
And my sadness is like eternal snow, -
It doesn't melt, it doesn't melt.
It doesn’t melt even in summer
In the midday heat, -
And I know: this sadness and longing for me
A century to carry with you.