Vladimir Vysotsky. My Gypsy Song.
An outsider will step in my soul...
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.