The Rhythmic Structure of Vladimir Vysotsky’s Poems and Songs.

The Structure of Vladimir Vysotsky’s Song “In a yellow hot land...”

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1-3-5-7.
2-4-6-8.
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2-4-6-8.
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2-4-6-8.
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2-4-6-8-10-12.

(*) (*) In a yellow hot land
Called African savanna, (*) (*)
Something happened, quite unplanned—
Cropped up a wicked manner. (*) (*)
Said old Lion o’er that stuff,
“There soon a flood will flow!” (*) (*)
By and large, there fell in love
Gira(a)(a)ffe with Antelope. (*) (*) (*)

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10*+3.

2-4-6-8.
2-4-6-8.
2-4-6-8.
2-4-6-8-10-12.

The beasts began to neigh and bray,
And only Parrot, old and gray,
Declared wisely from his nest,
“Giraffe is bi(i)g— (*) his view is best!” (*) (*) (*)

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1-3-5-7.
2-4-6-8.
1-3-5-7.
2-4-6-8.
1-3-5-7.
2-4-6-8.
1-3-5-7.
2-4-6-8-10.

“But what’s bad in her nice horns?—
Gave that Giraffe a shout.— (*) (*)
We’re for love and pleasure born,
Forefathers’ norms are out! (*) (*)
If my kin speak ill of her,
Snub her for no reason— (*) (*)
Then I’ll leave my native herd,
And don’t ye call it treason!” (*) (*) (*)

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B.

8.
8.
8.
10*+3.

2-4-6-8.
2-4-6-8.
2-4-6-8.
2-4-6-8-10-12.

The beasts began to neigh and bray,
And only Parrot, old and gray,
Declared wisely from his nest,
“Giraffe is bi(i)g— (*) his view is best!” (*) (*) (*)

A.
b.
A.
b.
C.
d.
C.
d.

7.
7+2.
7.
7+2.
7.
7+2.
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9*+3.

1-3-5-7.
2-4-6-8.
1-3-5-7.
2-4-6-8.
1-3-5-7.
2-4-6-8.
1-3-5-7.
2-4-6-8-10-12.

Antelope’s dad resents
O’er his prospective sonny, (*) (*)
“What his muzzle represents
Is comical and funny! (*) (*)
Never ever will receive
My compliment that dope!” (*) (*)
And to zebras went to live
Gira(a)(a)ffe with Antelope. (*) (*) (*)

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A.
B.
B.

8.
8.
8.
10*+3.

2-4-6-8.
2-4-6-8.
2-4-6-8.
2-4-6-8-10-12.

The beasts began to neigh and bray,
And only Parrot, old and gray,
Declared wisely from his nest,
“Giraffe is bi(i)g— (*) his view is best!” (*) (*) (*)

A.
b.
A.
b.
C.
d.
C.
d.

7.
7+2.
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7+2.
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7+2.
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7+5.

1-3-5-7.
2-4-6-8.
1-3-5-7.
2-4-6-8.
1-3-5-7.
2-4-6-8.
1-3-5-7.
2-4-6-8-10-12.

So the yellow hot land
Is no longer placid— (*) (*)
Mom Giraffe and her old man
Lament with tears of acid. (*) (*)
But there’s nothing they can do,
The law is gone already: (*) (*)
Their young daughter, hoof in hoof,
With Bull is going steady. (*) (*) (*) (*) (*)

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A.
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B.

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10*.

2-4-6-8.
2-4-6-8.
2-4-6-8.
2-4-6-8-10.

Giraffe was wrong, but who’s to blame?
There’s no doubt of his name—
That one declared from his nest,
“Giraffe is bi(i)g— (*) his view is best!” (*) (*)

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