A BALLAD ABOUT THE STRUGGLE by Vladimir Vysotsky

[Nushika9]

Part VI

" You would use in your battles the good father's sword,

Pouring moisture of tears to grow up mustache,

You would fight in heat of battles, without a word,

While forgetting your own wounds and aches. But, if you never eat meat, Using only your knife, If from safest seat, You'd watch own life. If you never want to fight Bastards, traitors or Judas, Then the books weren't right, Which you read in childhood!

"

[Nushika9]

Part V

"And, if nearby is killed the best of your friends,

And you hail in tears at this defeat.

At first time in your life you'd then understand

That it's better, if you've been there killed! You'd see then main face Of the evil, which is rude. Death would keep its traces, Steeling your friends for good. Lies and evilness'd be together (Recognize their names). See, behind them - ravens, Tears, widows, and graves!

"

[Nushika9]

Part IV

"But one can't forever keep the Fortune,

While being hidden in the books' Dreamland.

We should help fallen there good soldiers,

Taking weapons from their dead hands! You can try then fast. With hot sword in your hand And steel armor on chest Old wars' sense to understand! You can then understand Who you, yourself, are. Are you coward or friend Of the bravest ones?

"

[Nushika9]

Part III

"Boiled water of old battles was shroud.

So much food for our greedy small brains.

On the parts of bastards, traitors, and Judas

In our children's games we assigned enemies. In the speediest race For high honors and prize Had lost trace of the evil We never ever, even once! Goodness was our pole, Love and friendship-hard shells, And on heroes' roles We assigned ourselves!

"

[Nushika9]

Part II

".Sweat glued hair on our burning foreheads

Butterflies were in stomachs from words.

Span our heads from what these words meant

In romantics of greatest battles and swords. Tried we to understand (Although being born too late) Who was to battle sent, And why was it his fate?. Sense of the word-'order', Meaning of order-'attack'. Why the land had the boarders. Who was right, what was tank?

"

[Nushika9]

Part I

The Ballad About Struggles

Among burnt down candles and prayers

Among rest of wars' spoils and fires in yards

Lived book loving children of our parents,

Who were always fighting their own wars. Children always suffer That they - not yet adults, And we fought even tougher, And we got real wounds. But repaired our trousers Mothers always in time. We read books by hundreds, Being drunk like from wine!

".

[Nushika9]

This is another song for this movie. The English translation is in the details of this video above. I think that my translation of this Song of Free Archers is better than other translations, but you-the audience should be the judges. Thank you for attention!

[Dilshodzone]

Ogromniy respekt i nizkiy poklon!

[Wannarocks]

Story by Walter Scott in old russian film. Thanks for translate lirycs on english, it really nice.

[elenamour2001]

Doloi Smert!

Da zdravstvyet Chestj, Zhizn i Lubov.

[Gormourn]

Oh fuck. That was my favorite childhood movie...

I love Vysotsky... Thanks so much for putting this up - I was looking for it for a while, gotta download the movie off the interwebs.

You get 1 fucking Internet cookie for uploading this =D

[rosae1978]

спасибо!

[klarysack]

Для творчества Великого Барда слов  не хватает.

Перед Ним я снимаю шляпу!!!

[yokanga77]

1. In the candle-light and among prayers at night, Among trophies of war and serene peaceful fires, Children lived steeped in books, far from crude, real-life fights, By their childish mishaps mortified. Somehow kids always feel A disgust with their age, And in fights we would spill Hidden hurt and dark rage. But our mothers would mend Those patched-up rags of ours, While our hearts would be rent By the books we devoured.

[yokanga77]

2. Then our foreheads would suddenly glisten with sweat, We would feel as if endlessly falling through space, As the rumble of battle turned our little heads And we breathed in the smell of old dust and suspense. We whod seen no wars fought, Either big ones or small (Someone howled - and we thought: What a brave, daring call). We would try to divine The deep meaning of orders, Of attacks, skirmish lines, And the purpose of borders.

[yokanga77]

3. In the cauldrons of battles fought ages ago There was much food for thought, for our little live brains. We appointed our enemies to play the roles Of cowards, Judases, traitors and such, in our games. We would always see through Any villainous ploys, We would ever stay true To sweet maids of our choice; Upright warriors at heart, We would spoil for the fray - The heroic parts Ourselves we would play.

[yokanga77]

4. But you cant live forever in this make-believe. Games are over quite soon - so much grief in the land! So you have to begin in real earnest to live And to take up the arms from dead mens tired hands. Still warm armour put on, Take your fathers old sword - And youll very soon learn Who is who and whats what. Coward or hero - this Will be easy to see, You will know how it feels In a real fight to be.

[yokanga77]

5. When a friend in a battle at your side falls dead, And your heart is with anguish about your loss filled, When your whole soul feels raw, as if you had been flayed, All because it was he, and not you, who got killed, You will know your twin foes - They are Evil and Lie, For wherever they go People die, people die So that these two might live, These assassins depraved. Where these ghouls go, they leave Only ravens and graves.

[yokanga77]

6. If you hacked your way through with your fathers old sword, For the loss of your comrades-in-arms tears shed, If in fierce bloody battles you learnt what is what - We can say that in childhood the right books you read. But if meat off a knife You have not even tried. If in all of your life You have not taken sides, Never joined in the strife With the base, the unfair - Then youve been in this life Neither here, nor there!

[imaginaryninja]

I think Russian and this is pretty cool-__-

[Natapuric]

спасибо!

[ksendzsurala]

An assault on the castle Front-de-Boeuf -

Штурм замка Фрон-де-Бефа.