Vladimir Vysotsky. My Gypsy Song.

The Sail.

The screw has dissected

A seal with a whack...

The shot isn’t expected

If comes from the back...

The battery gunners

Haven’t shells in 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 foe...

It really doesn’t matter

If aches your little toe...

To many of hopers

The door-hinges sing,

“Ye hadn’t a 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...

1966.

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