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Vladimir Vysotsky

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The end of the ball

The end of the ball
Just as a fruit falls before it could ripen
Blame it on man, blame it on the wind
Just as a man who sees himself dying and knows
He will never have enough time
 
One more day, and he could have sung
Blame destiny, blame luck
Blame it on his broken strings
His song will be called silence
 
He can always start one
But nobody will ever dance on it
 
Nobody will chant with him
He will never finish anything
Except that wound in his heart
And that life
 
But why. I would like to know why... Why?
The end of the ball comes too fast.
Birds, not bullets
May be stopped in mid-flight.
 
Just as these quarrels starting at night
Blame the night, blame alcohol
Of which nothing will remain
Except a few butts on the floor
 
He would have however loved to stab
Blame the knife, blame fear
He will never have shed blood in a fight
Only time for some sweat
 
He who wanted to know everything
He wasn't even able to see everything
 
He who had love deep inside
For the only girl he might have kept
He sent her back
Without a kiss, without touching her, just thinking of it, till death
 
But why. I would like to know why... Why?
The end of the ball comes too fast.
Birds, not bullets
May be stopped in mid-flight.
 
He wrote as you get out of a trap
Blame the sun, blame the torments
But as he wrote on the snow
His ideas melted in Spring
 
And when snow covered his page
Blame the cold weather, blame winter
Instead of writing, he tried, good luck,
To catch snowflakes in the air
 
But today, it's too late
He will never have taken the start
And he will be remembered only
Through the song of before the fight
 
Of the escapee who will never have
Reached his aim
 
But why. I would like to know why... Why?
The end of the ball comes too fast.
Birds, not bullets
May be stopped in mid-flight.
 
Birds, not bullets
May be stopped in mid-flight.
 
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Cheshire Cat's song

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Pray remember, those many now acquainted with me,
Cheshire Cat is not the one to let loose his tongue.
Named aptly for “To grin like a Cheshire Cat”,
He is the magic cat who can disappear just like that.
 
The wider mouth, the wider gets Cheshire Cat.
Although common cats origins are ancient,
Cheshire Cat is different from that -
Don't count him as a domesticated pet.
 
Smiley and purry, familiars to many,
Cheshire cats are responsive and friendly.
The other cats smile, but not quite like that,
So scratch behind the ear your Cheshire Cat.
 
The wider mouth, the wider gets Cheshire Cat.
Although common cats origins are ancient,
Cheshire Cat is different from that -
Don't count him as a domesticated pet.
 
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Commentator in his booth...

Commentator in his booth was a screamer
Saying nicely our team as bad as it gets,-
So why than club 'Fiorentina'
Offered a million for *Byshovets.
 
Well, Pele is like Pele,
I'm explaining to my Zina,
Pele eats creme brulee,
Together with Jairzinho.
 
The Prosecutor's office is investigating *MUR,-
He is so glad, for him it's only an ad!
Here the world wouldn't get out from MUR-
If we would've here the World cup.
 
I have not a penny left, ale, ale, ale,-
Bought my wife some rubbish, used my last dinero.
But Pele has a 'chevrolet'
In Rio de Janeiro.
 
And maybe, he does not count to a hundred, like you and I,-
But I can say it just in a few words:
If Tostao had a second eye-
He would've scored twice as many goals.
 
Well, Pele is like Pele,
I'm explaining to my Zina,
Pele eats creme brulee,
Together with Jairzinho.
 
I have not a penny left, ale, ale, ale,-
Bought my wife some rubbish, used my last dinero.
But Pele has a 'chevrolet'
In Rio de Janeiro.
 
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Though in our century there is nothing to surprise us...

Though in our century there is nothing to surprise us, or to shock,
But for that we weren't ready,-
The dolphins learned to talk!
And the first phrase was:' People, you are crazy!'
 
The scientists were freaking out,
'Come on, repeat!' they exclaimed,
And same again:' People, what are you!..' they shout,
And furthermore:' People what are you doing, are you insane?
 
Soon you won't reap your fruits, and what then?
Well, we will find some disposition...-
But after all, you have a grudge against the ants,
And you have the mosquitos under suspicion...'
 
Lilly himself hid in the water all the ends,
But the press doom and gloom announcing,
That among the dolphins there are wise men,
And there are *hunveybins among the dolphins.
 
Yesterday I drunk a small carafe at local Inn
And, God knows, just for a moment I left my post.
And here you are, one notorious dolphin
Screamed:' Down with communications!' and got lost.
 
And when the second dolphin caught up with his mate
And tried to convince him:' Renounce sedition, you fool',
He also called him renegade
And to top it, he shouted: ' You are a hummel bull!'
 
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"They say arrested..."

They say arrested was
A kind lad, was taken in
for three words,-
They say arrested was
Mishka Larin
for three words.
 
They say, the lawyer didn't help him,
I wouldn't lie,-
Mishka Larin, as the worst criminal that has ever been
Was certified.
 
It is a true injustice after all!
 
I say: not guilty,
After all, not out of malice,
After all, it's the wine to blame!..
I say: not guilty,
And to defame-
what kind of news is this!
 
I say, that Mishka wouldn't rise a hand
on that bitch,-
So give Mishka a bail, don't put him in the prison van-
here, let's shake a hand on it!
 
Otherwise, it is a true injustice after all!
 
They say, before the wedding
He will return,
before the wedding,-
What if it would be you send in,
What if it was you
left to rot!
 
What if it was you send to Kamchatka, to Kamchatka-
and given prison bunks to lie.-
You should've feel sorry for our *Mishatka,
you should've cried!..
 
Otherwise, it is a true injustice after all!
 
I say: defend the guy!
I repeat: it's not fare
on parole, release!
If you are so stingy, and deny-
I declare:
Just you wait, you bitches!
 
Like a ton of bricks I'll come down! Like a ton of bricks
I'll come down!
I won't forget my friend Mishka- and I'll bury you all
under the ground!
 
Otherwise, it is a true injustice after all!
 
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If I would be physically weak...

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If I would be physically weak-
I would be morally stable, I think,-
No way I would sleep with the chicks,
Not a gram of alcohol I would drink!
 
If I were physically strong fellow-
Then I would- I don't even want to go there!-
I would drink the liquid with abundant flow
But... the Sheila's-not a chance , I swear!
 
But what if I'm an average guy-
What can I do, what do you think?
I can't ignore the woman, can I?
I can't, as well, not to have a drink!..
 
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"From behind the mountain, I don't know, ..."

From behind the mountain - I don't know, where there these montains are,
He arrived on a white camel,
He went into the suffocating town -
And was noticed by the people.
 
And the untalented crowd of people
With their lives carefree (and) unstable
He affected with his calm, strange
And such an incomprehensible smile.
 
As if he knew something hidden,
As if he heard something most important,
As if he had seen the brightest,
As if he felt all infinity.
 
And enraging the crowd of the restaurant
With their lives soundly unstable
And that he smiled so strangely
And such an incomprehensible smile.
 
And all heroes we dethroned,
Proved their thoughts to be criminal,
Proved beautiful women
As cold and unapproachable.
 
And the untalented crowd of people beseeched -
This gray soulless mass, -
That he'll say to them the most essentials,
And opened up for the most necessaries.
 
And forgetting all precious dispair,
On its place came all anew:
He told them three most affectionate
And long forgotten (words).
 
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"In the kingdom of trolls, the main troll ..."

In the kingdom of trolls, the main troll
And citizen
Was, of course, the king himself -
Only he alone.
 
It happened that he was really cruel -
Often whipped!
He was terribly truthful
This king.
 
Ten time per hour he got angry
Poor king.
Every evening he set
A new password.
 
He began to beat his subjects
To the last.
It's true, he loved the truth
Most al all.
 
Maybe somebody will the truth
Tell him secretly,
But under the cruel king
Were no fools.
 
And the king called - what fun! -
Competition of buffoons:
Who makes faces most successfully
Money or stof.
 
What a goal? And in the joke is salt,
A quota of truth is there.
The king learned the truth
Of trivialities.
 
But ever more they writhed
Soon were finished!
And mournfully ended
The competition of the fools.
 
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Parable about Truth and Falsehood

Delicate Truth dressed in the beautiful clothes,
To the pitiful, orphans, and cripples to bring some delight.
Coarse Falsehood this Truth to its home once lures
Like: hey, why don't you stay with me overnight!
 
And trusting Truth went to sleep like a baby,
Drooling and smiling happily in her dreams.
Sneaky Falsehood for herself pulled the blanket,
Bit into the Truth and, till quite satisfied, had her fill.
 
Falsehood got up and made ugly faces -
Woman like woman, nothing special here to behold?!
There isn't any difference visible between them,
Of course, that's if you view them in nude, I'm told.
 
Golden ribbons from braids were cunningly taken,
Falsehood took Truth's clothes which happened to fit.
Money took and her watch, along with all identifications,
Falsehood spit, roughly cursed, and finally split.
 
It was in the morning when Truth realized what was stollen
And surprised, she looked at herself, business-like, -
Someone already somewhere got hold of the black tar,
Smeared clean Truth, but it could have been worse.
 
Truth kept laughing when they threw at her stones
- it's all Falsehood, and what she wears is my own clothes!...
Two blessed colleagues were making reports
All the while cursing Truth with a string of bad words.
 
Bitch they called her, and worse than bitch
They smeared her with tar, sicked the dogs after her.
So there wouldn't be a trace of her stay,
She is to be evicted, sent away within a day.
 
That report ended with the hurtful tirade
(By the way, Truth was charged with an extra, if not her own, offense):
They say, some scum calls herself Truth,
But she got so drunk that she woke up in the nude.
 
Naked Truth wept, swore her innocence, denied accusations,
For a long time, she was sick, vagabond, penniless.
Dirty Falsehood, having a thoroughbred stollen,
Galloped away on the Arabian's long and thin legs.
 
Some odd-ball till this day still fights for the Truth, -
Although, his speeches, they have little worth.
- Pure Truth, the time of her triumph will be certain to come,
If only she would do all that the Falsehood has done.
 
Frequently, sharing a bottle with brothers,
You won't even know where you'll crash for the night.
You might lose your clothes - this is pure truth, friends!
Lo and behold, your pants are worn by the underhanded Falsehood,
Lo and behold, your watch tells time to the treacherous Falsehood,
Lo and behold, your noble steed carries the insidious Falsehood.
 
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Visitation from a muse

I'll explode now like three hundred tons of TNT,
Within, the charge of the uncreative iniquity:
Today, I had a visit from a Muse,
She stayed a while, then left, lighting the fuse.
 
She solid reasons had -
I have no right to whine -
Imagine: Muse... At night... With a man!
God knows just what about her will be said then.
 
And still I feel lonely and quite vexed:
That same Muse - as people can confirm! -
For days with poet Block she stayed,
And with Pushkin lived - never to adjourn.
 
All impatience, I to the table rushed,
But, God, save me and grant my soul mercy,
She left, and inspiration turned to dust. Vanished
Along with some money: that must've been for a taxi.
 
In fury, like an animal, I thrash about,
But blessed be the Muse - her I forgave
She left me for someone else:
Most likely, i didn't treat her well.
 
Giant cake, stuck with dripping candles,
Withered from grief, and so have I dried up.
The cognac that was meant for Muse,
With neighbors, bastards, I drank up.
 
Years have passed, like blacklisted people, -
All is in the past, I'm yawning filled with ennui.
Wordlessly, she left without a goodbye,
All that was left of her - just a couple lines.
 
Only a couplet - I'm a genius, doubts be gone,
Bestow elation, laurels, and flowers:
'I remember that wondrous moment,
When you appeared before me'!
 
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