V.Vysotsky, The Ballad About Time - Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

by Vladimir Vysotsky

The tower was ruined by time, covered,
Muffled all with a plead of the green sprouts.
But the tongue of granit will be loosen up,
And the cold past will tell about
The campains, the battles, the triumphs.

Time hasn't wiped these deeds, though.
If you tear off its upper layers,
If you grab it strongly by throat -
Then it certainly will reveal the veil -

Hundred towers'll fall, hundred fetters.
Hundred sweats will pass by as a fur mass,
Hundred verses will form hundred legends
Of the sieges, the gunners, the tournaments.

You'd be ready for melodies known,
Look with skilled eye at, hear them carefully.
Since the Love is forever eternal,
Even there, in far future, ever.

The steel's splitted sonorously, pressed by a sword,
A bow-string was smoking by the efforts.
Death was sitting on lances, grumbling there in womb,
Dusty were enemies, asking mercy,
And surrending to victory rows...

But not all alive have kept their kindness in hearts,
Trying thus to protect honest name,
To escape the rascal's lie,
That was path for corageous man.

Well - when your horse has taken a bit between teeth
Well - when your hand has layed firmly.
Well - when you know surely the arrow's beam,
Bad - when it's flied from round the corner.

What's about your villain? He's beaten? That's right!
What's about the witches - they scare with sabbath?
Isn't that right - evil is called mere evil in sight
Of the future, so bright, so attractive?

And for ever and ever, and throughout the times,
All the traitors and cowards are scorned for.
War is war, foe is foe - the identical ones,
And the dungeon is close,
The freedom is bright,

Those concepts were not swept by all passing times,
You should only lift the top layer,
As a smoking blood, from the throat will start
Pouring on all the feelings eternal.

And today, and in future, forever it will be,
My old friend, price for price, fault for fault.
Good, when your honour's rescued, protected, indeed,
By the back of you friend, trustworthy.

All simplicity, purity we'd taken far
From the ancients, tales and sagas.
Because feeling of kindness remain always kind
In the past, in the future and now.

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Vladimir Vysotsky

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Vladimir Vysotsky
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