Vladimir Vysotsky. A Song about Friendship.

A Song about a Friend.

If it happened


that ye met a chap,

And what hides in his chest


can’t guess,

If it’s hard to decide


at once

Good or bad is this one—

Take a risk—walk uphill


with him,

Think him from the word go


a bro:

Let one rope join you both


henceforth,

And ye’ll see his real worth.

If the hills make him feel


quite ill,

If he can only fail


and wail,

Having stumbled on the ice,


he cries,

And his fortitude dies—

Then this one can’t be near—


it’s clear,

Let he walk the straight way


away—

Such a bird shouldn’t be brought


along,

Nor deserves he this song.

But if he neither howled


nor growled,

Maybe he was as tough


as rough,

Yet when ye worked down on


the stones,

He would groan,


but held on;

If this one has broken through


with you

To the top which is shining blue—
Then ye can altogether rely
On the new friend nearby!

1966.

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