Alexander Bashlachev - Triptih pamyati Vysotskogo (Триптих памяти Высоцкого) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

Triptych in Rememberance of V. Vysotsky

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If it's so, good. If it's all for a reason,
If the wind is to blow and the trees are to wave,
If we live a happy life [only] so long as we don't live to the age of one hundred,
And then we go every which way, but then we still come back.
 
If we live a happy life [only] so long as we don't count up to one hundred,
And then we go every which way, but then we still come back.
 
Everyone comes back: friends and foes,
Via the most beloved and loyal women.
Everyone comes back, and they go to the circles [of hell],
And again they don't trust their fate, to a greater or lesser extent.1
 
Everyone comes back, and they go to the circles [of hell],
And again they don't trust their fate, to a greater or lesser extent.
 
If it's so, good. That means they seek their fate,
But instead they find themselves, if they find at all,
If you've seen a hole in a forehead in a coffin2
Going belly up, kicking the bucket at rest with fathers, or however else thay say in common language.
 
It feels good even in a coffin so long as you've got a hole in your forehead,
Going belly up, kicking the bucket at rest with fathers, or however else thay say in common language.
 
But even the eternal fire will burn down,
This sleep is good but still not eternal.
The entrance to the Milky Way is open in the East,3
And again the milk runs down your chest, down your lips, and you can't change the meeting place.4
 
The entrance to the Milky Way is open in the East,
And milk again, and you can't change the meeting place.
 
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If a woman is sober, if a woman is bored,
It's probably hard and cheerless for her to be with us.
But you pour her some wine, you reach for the bottom -
Oh, she'll give you the grain and everything to fire up the stove.
 
But you pour her some wine, you reach for the bottom -
Oh, she'll give you everything to fire up the stove.
 
And again you collect your loaf crumb by crumb,
And again drop by drop you spill your blood into boiling water.
The life won't forgive only those who thought ill of it:
A woman only takes revenge for not accepting her love.
 
The life won't forgive only those who thought ill of it:
A woman only takes revenge for not accepting her love.
 
So catch this word to begin all your affairs at once,
You're supposed to wrestle everything down again
For the girl called Time to plait fairy tales,
For the boy called Time to shoot his sling.
 
For the girl called Time to plait fairy tales,
For the boy called Time to shoot his sling.
 
So that they don't forgive you if you don't understand the game,
If you don't catch the ball and don't even cry yourself to sleep.
If you don't understand, if you don't even sing along,
Then instead of a guitar you'll grab a rattle again.
 
The rattle rattles, yet it's hollow inside.
It's boring to listen to for a hundredth time, you can have too much even of a fairy tale.
So don't wait until they count up to a hundred,
It's better to hear seven times, to say once,
Or to build,
To cook or to sing, to prove -
But for that, you must feel a message in a tale.
To bind tighter, to bind tighter,
You must feel the resolution is coming soon.
 
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A wheel track on water. But you can't get
To Wonderland5 by it, especially light-handed and with smalltalk.
So don't reproach me:
'Why on Earth did you go into the water?'
Of course I'll sing, of course I'll sing,
But I'd rather we sing together.6
 
So don't reproach me:
'Why on Earth did you go into the water?'
Of course I'll sing, of course I'll sing,
But I'd rather we sing together.
 
For it feels good if the choir strikes up on a high note together with you,
Missing the notes but heartfully and straight to the root, and the roots will get along with the soul.
Is anything wrong?7
Everything seems as usual, the same sky is blue again,8
But something must be different
If it suddenly felt so good.
 
But why guess? The sky is high,
Yet the Earth where you're to knead dough is close at hand.
If you erect a cross over Wonderland,
Then you've chosen the best place for the Cross.
 
If you erect a cross over Wonderland,
Then you've chosen the best place for the Cross.
 
But our dead won't leave us in danger,9
Our fallen are like watchmen on duty.
But the sky is reflected in you and in me,
And in the name of the names, let the alive not leave the alive!
 
The sky is reflected in you and in me,
And in the name of the names, let the alive not leave the alive!
 
All in all, there's enough place in the dugout for everyone.
What do we want? Just peace and mercy for our house.
And the hearty laughter storms through the clouds:
'To be or not to be? What's the question if it couldn't've been other way?'10
 
And the hearty laughter storms through the clouds:
'To be or not to be? What's the question if it couldn't've been other way?'
 

• 1. A reference to Vysotsky's song 'Korabli' (see )
• 2. 'To see smth. in a coffin' means 'to be sick of smth.'
• 3. The word восход can mean 'East', but its general meaning is 'sunrise' or just 'rise, ascention', so the line can also be read as 'the entrance is open for ascention'
• 4. 'The Meeting Place Cannot Be Changed' is a Soviet TV miniseries featuring Vysotsky
• 5. 'Alice in Wonderland' is a broadcast musical play featuring sons by Vysotsky
• 6. Another reference to 'Korabli' (see footnote 1)
• 7. Or, literally: 'Is anything different?'
• 8. A reference to Vysotsky's song 'On ne vernulsia iz boja' (see )
• 9. Further reference to 'On ne vernulsia iz boja'
• 10. The role of Hamlet was Vysotsky's most famous theatrical work.

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