Vladimir Vysotsky. A Song about Friendship.

A Song about a Friend.Adapted from Yevgeny Sokolovsky and George
Tokarev’s translations by Akbar Muhammad.

If it’s happed

 that ye’ve 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


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


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!


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