Vladimir Vysotsky. Chances.

For the cold we may...

For the cold we may
Feel a traveling zest—
Other cities attract us away—
Start to Vitebsk or Brest
From our old haunts we may...

There must be a cause
Why we hanker to run
To the cold from household chores—
Kind of there’s more fun—
There must be a cause...

Homes warm us and yet
We might here remain,
We seek after new friends to be met—
Kind of they heal the pain
We in solitude get...

Tho’ the visits we pay
Make us happy, we are
To return on our usual way.
Where’s our lucky star—
Here or far away?


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