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 haven’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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