Poems and Songs of Vladimir Vysotsky. A Song about the Anti-Semites.

A Song about the Anti-Semites.Adapted from Stas and Margaret Porokhnya and
George Tokarev’s translations by Akbar Muhammad.

To go on the highway,
 

 
 no strong reason see I,

Therefore I’ve decided
 

 
 to join anti-Semites.

Though under the law,
 

 
 they’re inveterate villains,

They’ve gotten the support
 

 
 of fanatical millions.

Though under the law,
 

 
 they’re inveterate villains,

They’ve gotten the support
 

 
 of fanatical millions.

As there’s a decision,
 

 
 some ones will be battered.

But who’re those Semites?
 

 
 I must know the matter.

They’re, perhaps, individuals
 

 
 quite decent and fair,

To strike at such people,
 

 
 of course, I won’t dare.

They’re, perhaps, individuals
 

 
 quite decent and fair,

To strike at such people,
 

 
 of course, I won’t dare.

But my crony quickly
 

 
 dispelled my suspicions:

He said those people
 

 
 are merely Hebrews.

I’m happy, my bros,
 

 
 it’s so rare and dear,

I worry no more,
 

 
 since there’s nothing to fear!

I’m happy, my bros,
 

 
 it’s so rare and dear,

I worry no more,
 

 
 since there’s nothing to fear!

Initially, I held back
 

 
 my heart aspiration

Through Albert Einstein, who
 

 
 belonged to this nation.

You’ll, maybe, forgive me,
 

 
 but I have to ask you

Of Abraham Lincoln:
 

 
 should he be unmasked too?

You’ll, maybe, forgive me,
 

 
 but I have to ask you

Of Abraham Lincoln:
 

 
 should he be unmasked too?

There’s ’mongst them, respecting
 

 
 the fair sex Kapler,

And also my favor-
 

 
ite clown Charlie Chaplin,

Baruch de Spinoza,
 

 
 and sufferers from Nazism,

And even the orig-
 

 
inator of Marxism.

Baruch de Spinoza,
 

 
 and sufferers from Nazism,

And even the orig-
 

 
inator of Marxism.

But my crony, after
 

 
 a fortunate business,

Said they suck the blood of
 

 
 the Christian infants;

And once in a pub,
 

 
 my companions informed me,

That in the old time,
 

 
 by the Hebrews was God killed!

And once in a pub,
 

 
 my companions informed me,

That in the old time,
 

 
 by the Hebrews was God killed!

They always need blood,
 

 
 all of them are vampires,

Last month in the park,
 

 
 they did in several bisons!

And I know these dogs’ sons
 

 
 steal bread from the nation,

In order to cause dis-
 

 
array and starvation.

And I know these dogs’ sons
 

 
 steal bread from the nation,

In order to cause dis-
 

 
array and starvation.

They grab what they want to,
 

 
 and win all the tosses,

They’ve built grand abodes
 

 
 and live there like bosses...

I’m ready for pound-
 

 
ing, robbing and squashing,

And I kick these kikes, and
 

 
 save my dear Rossia!

I’m ready for pound-
 

 
ing, robbing and squashing,

And I kick these kikes, and
 

 
 save my dear Rossia!

1964.

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