V.Vysotsky, The Great Karetny (Lane) - Transl. (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

1. Where are your seventeen?
On the Great Karetny.
Where are the seventeen grieves?
On the Great Karetny.
And where is your pistol that?
On the Great Karetny.
And where are you today absent?
On the Great Karetny.

Comrade, do you remember the house that?
No, you can't it forever forget.
And I say, you'd lost half a life, indeed,
If you not been to the Great Karetny street.
Because of

repeated 1.

It is renamed now, that's why for today
Everything there is other, but way
One day or other you go to this street
To wander, to catch there the old time's blink,
Because of

repeated 1.