"Vladimir Vysotsky. Selected Songs (translated by Ilya Shambat) " - читать интересную книгу автора

It is clear and blue, sky today
But now metal does clang, clang away,
And there's humming all over our land
And they trees are in soot - they are sad.
Just like crosses the smoke and ash stand,
On the rooftops the cranes don't make nests.

Amber-colored chaff, will it stand?
No! We sowed it all, all in vain.
With what amber light is field filled?
This is wildfire that runs through the field.
Everyone came apart from the pain.
There are no singing birds - only ravens.

And the trees are in dust - in this fall
And those who could still sing - stopped it all.
And love is not for us. Don't you know?
What do we need the most? Hatred. So,
Just like crosses the smoke and ash stand,
On the rooftops the cranes don't make nests.

Canopies now make sound in the forest,
But through water and land run the moans.
But there are no miracles - the trees
Are screaming with double screams.
They have gone to the east from the pain,
There are no singing birds, there are no cranes.

The air can hold many sounds,
But now in it the metal resounds.
There is sound of the hoofs - tiredly,
If somebody would shout - quietly.
They have gone to the east from the pain,
And above the rooftops there are no cranes.

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Ships

Ships will dock for a while and set out on high seas,
Ships will dock for a while - and through storms and through fear
They will lay once again on the course without cease
To return once again in half year.

All return but the best and most loyal of friends,
All return but the ladies of most devotion,
All return but the ones on whom heart most depends
To set out once again through the ocean.