Vladimir Vysotsky. The Nature Reserve.

ToTranslated by Akbar Muhammad. the wood...

To the wood

On the sledges and on the sleighs,
In the coats and in the sables
As the rich as the unlucky men

Run out to

The mysterious wood’s brake,
Every now and again
To the wolfs and to the bears’ dens.

There abide,

Looking like the tired braves,
Venerable giant mates
In two girths and even in several ones.

And there I

Chew and swallow the air
Yes, I’m only at this place
Though behind the bars of trees at large!

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