Вариации на цыганские темы - Владимир Высоцкий, Инструментальный ансамбль «Мелодия»

In my dream — yellow lights,

Wheezing in my sleep;

A while longer, a whole longer,

In the morning I’ll be fine!

But in the morning everything’s wrong,

The joy is gone;

Either you smoke on an empty stomach,

Or you quench a hangover.

Hey one, yes

Once again;

Hey one, yes

Many-many more times…

In the bars;

green tablecloths

And white napkins.

Heaven for the poor and slobs,

But for me — like a bird in a cage!

In the church;

stench and gloom,

Preachers burning incense.

No!

Even in church everything’s wrong,

Not as it should be.

To the mountain I rush,

So that something there might be,

On the mountain stands an alder,

While below a cherry tree;

If only there were ivy on the slope;

I’d get some joy from it,

If only anything else;

It’s not as it should be.

Hey one, yes

Once again;

Hey one, yes

Many-many more times…

Then to the field I go,

Along the river bank;

Some light, some darkness — but no God!

While in the pure field;

There are cornflowers and a distant road.

Along the road there’s a deep forest

With Baba-Yaga witches;

And at the road’s end;

Chopping blocks and axes.

Somewhere the stallions dance in tune,

Unhurried and easy.

Along the road everything is wrong,

But at the end;

completely.

Neither in church nor the in the bar-

Nothing is held holy!

No, my friends;

everything’s wrong,

Everything’s wrong, my friends!

Hey one, yes

Once again;

Hey one, yes

Many-many more times…