Vladimir Vysotsky. The Criminal Code.

Don’t ye find fault with my young age...

Don’t ye find fault with my young age,
In such a case the years are unimportant
The Christ was sold at his middle age,
And I was a teenager only.

Let us compare his fate with mine
He had eleven apostles to confide in,
And I do think here day and night
Which one of my old chums confined me?

1965.

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