Текст песни Белла Ахмадулина - Владимиру Высоцкому

Your case is that the men of these places and suburbs
Whiter Ophelia roam with madness in his eyes.
We, the kinds of species, are responsible, as the lovely maiden,
So - be? Or how? What decided you to my Elsinore?
Let everyone in the Elsinore decides as he can.
Giver of joy, you are a generous giver of suffering.
But all of Denmark, given to us, the glory will multiply,
Who subjects elevate the soul to tears, to sobs.
Salvation that managed to gather on the square
Not a bunch of rabble fleeing stare at Nero
A slender fellow cathedral, otrinuvshego vulgarity.
People unharmed, if the pain is about the singer - popularly.
People, people, - are not ignorant, he now and forever -
No nonsense listener and favors the buyer.
Singer adoring - burst into tears. Valiant Funeral feast.
After all, to be or not to be - that is the question.
           How can we be. Do not expect anything grand.
I praise and love not rejected the fatal bowl.
In an embrace Care - farther, higher and purer.
Not stingy we are, and our hearts are broken.
Only in this way is valid. After all, if not ours, then whose is it?