Songs of Other Authors Performed by Vladimir Vysotsky.
Such is, my love, the destiny of thieves...
Such is, my love, the destiny of thieves,
It’s just a usual affair on our path—
We part from freedom for long trying years,
But nothing can make sad the likes of us.
Perhaps someone prepares my overthrow,
The sky is often covered with black clouds...
But no bird-snarer aims to catch a crow,
The things are philomelas, our brothers.