Vladimir Vysotsky. The Hill.

Throw your blues as a cantaloupe rind!..

Throw your blues as a cantaloupe rind!
There were then the clear sky and real dreams...
Let’s remember the heartening time,
Which was there in the last pre-war spring.
There a lad was, who loved his young wife,
Whom he met and got married that spring.

Yes, in the war, as in the war

Long or man was, it waited,

And or the war, as or the war

Forever in all places.

With black clouds, was soiled the clear sky,
And the hail broke the harvest and dreams.
So the lad had to leave his young wife,
For to go to labor for peace.
So the lad had to leave his young wife,
For to know the value of peace.

There in the war, as in the war

Long or man was, it waited,

And or the war, as or the war

Forever in all places.

1969.

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