Vladimir Vysotsky
The legend of "author's music", theater and movie actor, Vladimir Vysotsky was an icon for millions. After the death of the artist, people stayed around the Taganka Theater for several days: all of Moscow came to pay honor to Vysotsky.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vzm7juykO7k
Hunting Wolves
1980
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IISi3Kuj7lI
in Paris
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wzi1uGvXsr4
in Italian
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S08HIjrtwVk
Burning out - have exhausted all powers,
But again - and without a skew:
I am governed today, I am governed -
With a smile in a sight-stepped hunt-crew!
Double-barrelled ambush from the hiding
Bustle about the flip and the gain -
Somersaulting, the wolves are surviving -
Making living as target at aim.
On is the game of hunting wolves,
On is the stalking -
The grizzled predators,
The seasoned and the whelps!
The beaters call and shout, and barking dogs are barfing,
Blood in the snow - and ruddy flags of no help.
We're no match, wolves don't cheat on the lagging
We're no match, jaegers fool us as none:
Having fenced us from freedom with flagging
Fusillading a hundred to one.
Wolves' traditions are kept in our pulses -
In our puphood, the blind-looking cubs,
We, the wolflings, were sucking the wolfess
And absorbed: don't go over the flags!
And here's the game of hunting wolves,
The game of stalking -
The grizzled predators,
The seasoned and the whelps!
The beaters call and shout, and barking dogs are barfing.
Blood in the snow - and ruddy flags of no help
Our gear and chops are don't-bull-it -
Why, the Fuglewolf, under the Sun -
We are bullied to race to a bullet,
Trying not to get over the ban?!
Wolves must act as designed until ended.
Translated by and intro by Andrey Kouznetsov
And my time is now ceasing for me:
He, for whom I am now intended,
Gave a smile and took aim from the knee.
On is the game of hunting wolves,
On is the stalking -
The grizzled predators,
The seasoned and the whelps!
The beaters call and shout, and barking dogs are barfing.
Blood in the snow - and ruddy flags of no help.
Hear ye my rebellion here:
Jump the flags, there life is the prize!
To my rear, I joyfully hear
Humans taken aback by surprise.
Burning out - have exhausted all powers,
But today is not yesterday's Past:
I am governed today, I am governed -
But the jaegers are left in the dust!
On is the game of hunting wolves,
On is the stalking -
The grizzled predators,
The seasoned and the whelps!
The beaters call and shout, and barking dogs are barfing.
Blood in the snow - and ruddy flags of no help.