Vladimir Vysotsky. The Criminal Code.

I’m on the Job.

I’m on the job and with a knife,
And don’t ye touch me at this time!

Then I as ever go to a mess.

It makes no difference what they say,
All what I’ve gained I drink away,

And I’ll forever walk this way, my friends.

A man comes up to me and says,
“Our life’s too arduous nowadays—

The scums like you must spend their time in cells.”

I never talk with such strange birds,
And did him in without words,

And I’ll forever do the same, my friends.

If ye’re just curious what I think—
Ye’re welcome, friend, let’s have a drink,

And any problem we’ll take up and fix.

But if ye’re on that strange bird’s path—
The law applies to all of us,

And it’ll forever stay just as it is.

1961.

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