The meaning of the lyrics of the song "Underloved" (Nedolyubil) the performer of the song "Vladimir Vysotsky"

Someone looked out for a fruit that was unripe, unripe

They shook the trunk - it fell, it fell

Here's a song about the one who was unripe, unripe

And had a voice - but never knew, never knew

Maybe fate wasn't kind, wasn't kind

And luck wasn't on his side, on his side

And a tight string on the frets, on the frets

Lay with an invisible flaw

He timidly started with the note "do"

But didn't finish it, didn't...

His chord went unheard, unheard

And didn't inspire anyone

The dog barked, and the cat

Caught mice

Funny, isn't it, funny? Funny

And he joked - but didn't quite finish the joke

He didn't fully taste the wine

And didn't even misbehave

He only started arguments, arguments

Uncertainly and slowly, slowly

Like drops of sweat from pores, from pores

From under his skin his soul seeped out, soul

He had only begun a duel on the carpet, carpet

Barely, just started

Only glanced at the game

And the referee hadn't even started the count

He wanted to know everything from A to Z

But he didn't get there, didn't...

Didn't reach the bottom, the bottom

Didn't reach the depths

And the one, the only one

He didn't love enough, didn't love enough

Didn't love enough, didn't love enough

Funny, isn't it, funny? Funny

And he hurried - but didn't hurry enough

Left unresolved

Everything that he didn't resolve

I'm not lying a single word, not lying

He was a servant of pure style, a servant

And wrote her poems in the snow, in the snow

Unfortunately, snow melts, melts

But back then there was snowfall, snowfall

And the freedom to write in the snow

And big snowflakes and hail

He caught them with his lips on the run

But to her in the silver Lando

He didn't reach and didn't...

The runner didn't reach - the fugitive

Didn't fly, didn't fly, didn't gallop

And his star sign is Taurus

The cold Milky Way lapped

Funny, isn't it, funny?

When there aren't enough seconds

The missing link

And a shortfall, and a shortfall

And a shortfall, and a shortfall

Funny, isn't it? Well

You think it's funny too, and so do I

A horse at full gallop and a bird in flight

Whose fault is it, whose fault is it, whose fault is it?

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, быть 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...

Не докопался ни до дна, до дна

Не докопался до глубин

И ту, которая одна

Недолюбил, недолюбил

Недолюбил, недолюбил

Смешно, не правда ли, смешно? Смешно

А он спешил - недоспешил

Осталось недорешено

Все то, что он недорешил

Ни единою буквой не лгу, не лгу

Он был чистого слога слуга, слуга

И 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 доехал и не до...

Не добежал бегун - беглец

Не долетел, не долетел, не доскакал

А звездный знак его - Телец

Холодный Млечный путь лакал

Смешно, не правда ли, смешно?

Когда секунд недостает

Недостающее звено

И недолет, и недолет

И недолет, и недолет

Смешно, не правда ли? Ну вот

И вам смешно, и тоже мне

Конь на скаку и птица влет

По чьей вине, по чьей вине, по чьей вине?

The song "Недолюбил" ("Underloved") by Vladimir Vysotsky tells the story of a person who didn't have the chance to fully realize their potential and live life to the fullest.

The author uses the metaphor of an unripe fruit, picked too early. Similarly, the hero of the song didn't have the time to "ripen," to realize his talents and dreams. He had a "voice," but he "never learned" what he was capable of. Perhaps fate or circumstances got in the way ("bad luck," "things went wrong").

Vysotsky draws a parallel with a musical instrument – the guitar: "And a tight string on the frets // Lay with an invisible flaw." Here, the "flaw" symbolizes a certain inner barrier that prevented the hero from achieving harmony with himself and the world.

This is followed by examples of how the hero constantly stops halfway: "didn't finish singing," "sounded incomplete," "didn't finish the joke," "didn't fully taste," "didn't dig to the bottom," "underloved." He only "started arguments," "began duels," "looked around in the game," but never saw anything through.

The image of "drops of sweat" is compared to the hero's soul, which "oozed from under the skin" but never fully broke free. He "hurried - under-hurried," leaving everything "unfinished."

The theme of love occupies a special place in the song. The lyrical hero wrote "poems in the snow" to his beloved – a symbol of something pure, fragile, and fleeting. "The snows are melting" – a metaphor for fleeting time and unrealized feelings. He "didn't reach," "didn't run," "didn't fly," "didn't gallop" to his love.

At the end of the song, there's a bitter irony: "Funny, isn't it, funny?" The author asks the question: "Whose fault is it?" – leaving it open, but forcing us to think about the transience of life and the importance of cherishing every moment.