Poems and Songs of Vladimir Vysotsky. Who For What Runs.
The Tightrope Walker.Adapted from Sergey Roy, George Tokarev and Eugenia
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Look! he’s facing a fall — |
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Not protected at all, |
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Just a very little swerve — |
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But there must be a reason why he needs to pass
All these four shaky quarters of the path.
“Don’t ye worry, he many times did it,”
To she-bears from Malaya,
Sea kind learned lions said hot.
But without cessation repeated
Parrots hateful, parrots hateful,
“He’ll certainly fall down and be lost!”
Look! he’s facing a fall — |
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Not protected at all, |
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Just a very little swerve — |
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There should be a real reason why he needs to pass
All these four shaky quarters of the path.
O’er the spotlights he tripped on his bouts,
Rays were prickly, sharp and nimble,
The trumpet was going insane.
He was deafened by whistles and shouts,
And the cymbals, and the cymbals
Were hammering into his brain!
Look! he’s facing a fall — |
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Not protected at all, |
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Just a very little swerve — |
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But be quiet, since now what he’s bound to pass
Are but three shaky quarters of the path.
“Oh, how awful, how daring, how lovely!
Fighting death — with no illusion!” —
They opened wide their mouths and eyes.
From the stalls they looked up at him glumly —
“Lilliputians, Lilliputians,”
He thought looking down on those guys.
Look! he’s facing a fall — |
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Not protected at all, |
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Just a very little swerve — |
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But keep silence, by now what he’s bound to pass
Are but two shaky quarters of the path.
He mocked at fleeting fame, but aspired
To be first, with all his might strove,
And feared no blows and no bumps.
It was our bare nerves put in fire,
Not the tightrope, not the tightrope,
Where he was whipped up by the drums!
Look! he’s facing a fall — |
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Not protected at all, |
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Just a very little swerve — |
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But don’t worry, by now he’s just bound to pass
The final shaky quarter of the path.
1972.