Vladimir Vysotsky. My Gypsy Song.

If there’s but a sadness in your soul...

If there’s but


a sadness in your soul,

It’s just a light


non-irritating load.

It’s now clear


that they’re completely right,

Those personages who grin,


who so mistrustfully grin:

Espousals and feasts


won’t straighten out the line

Some thing has disappeared,


and our sewing tears at the seams.

1970.

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