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Ballad of Love, Vysotski / Баллада о любви, Высоцкий (subs by V. Chetin)

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Uploaded by on Nov 15, 2008

BALLAD OF LOVE (edited)

When the Deluge was over, and its current
Had to back down at last to former grounds,
From hissing foam of a receding torrent,
Upon dry land, Love quietly crawled out,
And, in the air, dissolved untill time's proper,
The proper time being forty, forty rounds...

Besides, around, there always are odd fellows,
Inhaling rashly all this stuff full breath,
Expecting no reward, disdaining failures.
And thinking they are breathing for no reason,
All of a sudden, they fall in the rhythm of
Exactly consonant unsteady breathing...

Only there's a feeling that a ship's
Fated to remain too long afloat,
Prior to cognizing that 'I love'
Equals to 'I breathe' or else 'I live'.

There'll be a lot of pilgrimage and travels:
The Realm of Love is an extensive place;
Howbeit, more and more severe ordeals
For chivalry of hers she will request,
Demanding separation and fatigue,
Depriving of repose, of sleep and rest...

But there's no way to lead the guys astray
Because, by now, they will agree to pay
Whatever price. They'd even risk their lives
In order to keep whole and to retain
A fairy unnoticeable thread,
Extending to the hearts of the beloved.

Bracing breeze makes the chosen feel drunk,
Knocks off feet and raises from the dead,
Insomuch as if you haven't loved,
Then you haven't lived, nor have you breathed.

But plenty who are breathless out of love
Will never hear, call them as you will.
Their count is kept by hearsay and twaddle.
On blood, however, this count is often mixed.
Be candles put to decorate the head bed
Of victims of unprecedented feeling...

Blend their voices, always keeping time.
Roam their souls perennially in flowers.
Breathe they eternity together in one breath.
Come they across each other with a sigh,
On fragile bridges and on brittle gangways,
At transient junction points of space and time.

For lovers, the fields will I lay -
Sing they in a sleep and in a wake.
I breathe therefore I love,
I love therefore I live.

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  • Thank you again for posting this ballad with lyrics in English subtitles. Your work is so much appreciated, Schetin.

  • Люблю эту песню. )

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