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Dead calm Штиль (Shtil') Dead calm, the wind is silent, it fell like a dead seagull. Dead calm, our ship lays forsaken all alone at sea like an uneasy dream. Suspended in time, without names nor faces, we gave up waiting for a breeze to rise. Dead calm, we lose our minds. The heat gives off a whiff of tar. We only need one to die for all of us to get back home. His flesh and blood would renew our strength. God might smile upon us in exchange for his death. What fate awaits us? The sea keeps quiet, the thirst for life is burning our hearts dry. Taking a life is the last thing we can afford, Someone else's life, not your own! No storm blazed through the sky as they drank the blood like animals, but the sparkle of the star we call the Southern Cross became unbearable. And at the last moment, a wave rose and a shout was heard : " Land ho !" What fate awaits us? The sea keeps quiet, the thirst for life is burning our hearts dry. Taking a life is the last thing we can afford, Someone else's life, not your own!
So it happened, the men left... On the 85th anniversary of V. Vysotsky Diana Ankudinova ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-ZxLVTk7lEJU.html It so happened- the men have left us, Left their crops before the time of harvest,- So they are no longer visible through the windows- Disappeared in the road dust. From the ear the grain is flowing- It's the tears of unharvested fields, And nimbly unpleasant cold winds From the cracks are flowing. We are waiting for you- the horses, hurry them on! Good luck, good luck, good luck, good luck! Let the fair winds do not hit, but caressing your backs when you ride And then quickly return: For the willows are crying for you, And without your smiles, rowan berry become pale and dry. We are living in those high towers- Nobody can enter those buildings: Expectation and loneliness Instead of you settled down in houses. Lost its freshness and charm Whiteness of never worn shirts, And the old songs so boring become And got stuck in our teeth. We are waiting for you- the horses, hurry them on! Good luck, good luck, good luck, good luck! Let the fair winds do not hit, but caressing your backs when you ride And then quickly return: For the willows are crying for you, And without your smiles, rowan berry become pale and dry. All is hurting with one single pain, And sounds unceasingly with each day Eternal anguish of lamentations With echoes of ancient pray. We will welcome you, if you're on foot , and on horses, Tired, broken- whatever your losses,- Only not the death notice emptiness, Nor premonition of them! We are waiting for you- the horses, hurry them on! Good luck, good luck, good luck, good luck! Let the fair winds do not hit, but caressing your backs when you ride And then quickly return: For they are crying for you, And without your smiles, rowan berries become pale and dry. Vysotsky - "It happened - the men left ..." ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-6krPmP99l5s.html The same song performed by his wife - Marina Vladi [Vladimir Vysotsky] Vysotsky ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-fx3fO0Yn41U.html
