Vladimir Vysotsky. My Gypsy Song.

ThTranslated by Akbar Muhammad, partly
adapted from George Tokarev’s translation.
e Sail.

The screw has dissected


a seal with a whack.

The shot isn’t expected


if comes from the back.

The battery gunners


have no shell reserve.

The powerful runners


are fast on a curve.

But the sail!


the sail



is rent!

I repent,


repent,



repent!

Who craves for a battle


may find no one foe.

It really doesn’t matter


if aches your little toe.

To many of hopers,


the door-hinges sing,

“Ye’ve had no good purpose,


and aren’t welcome in!”

But the sail!


the sail



is rent!

I repent,


repent,



repent!

My praises to those


who sing in their sleeps.

All parts of the globe


may lie under seas,

All high and low grounds


may burst into fire,

But I do announce,


“It’ll never be mine!”

But the sail!


the sail



is rent!

I repent,


repent,



repent!

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