Vladimir Vysotsky. We Have Gone.


ITranslated by Akbar Muhammad.. Sonny, listen to a tale...

Sonny, listen to a tale,
Which wasn’t ever in print
It’s about a big bale
Brought on by guests unbidden,

It’s about an escape
And a trap’s deadly grip...
Sonny, listen to a tale,
Don’t fall thou asleep.

And there’s also some stuff
I have no wish to rake,
But it troubles me sometimes,
Falls on and suffocates.

Yet at night, there’s no reason
To re-open those old deals...
It’ll be better for thee
To see thy happy dreams.

It’s, dear sonny, thy old man
He knows what is what.
He saw various contexts
And knew lots of folks.


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