Vladimir Vysotsky. My Gypsy Song.
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An outsider will step in my soul,
And he also may spit in it.
Such foul tricks are the only goal,
For which that outsider exists.
He’s a one of the verso world,
A character who’s out of ours.
But if he were a one of the world that’s beyond,
It’d be much more calmer for others.