Vladimir Vysotsky. Chances.

For the cold we may...Adapted from George Tokarev’s
translation by Akbar Muhammad.

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...

Though 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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