Vladimir Vysotsky. A Ballad of Love.

The Glorification of Father.

Go you all to our banquet,
Show your reverence now!
As for you, newly marrieds
Come to father and bow.

His look may be so bitter,
When he knits his eyebrows...
But you fall at his feet then,
To bring him back to calmness.

It’s not too heavy labor,
To give father a bow
And his eyes won’t be spare,
He’ll assist you and love you.

So start your happy living
With the very deep bow,
And each day of your being
Show father great love you!

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