Poems and Songs of Vladimir Vysotsky.
Life was screwed with the rough rusty nut...
Life was screwed with the rough rusty nut,
And twisted just like the jute’s wisps,
Through fire and water passed life,
Dead beaten with the pitiless whip.
Life waltzed at balls in the rich rustling silk,
Made noise in the sumptuous messes...
Then calm took the place of the rustle of silk,
And came to be rest in white dresses.