Poems and Songs of Vladimir Vysotsky. Our Life Has Lots of Edges.

Now without grinning...Translated by Akbar Muhammad.

Now without grinning

I make my going on,

This unlucky year

A lot has happened wrong.

Each my step is errant,

As though I’m confined...

The large-panel aberrance

Beholds me from both sides.

1967.

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