Текст песни Юлий Ким - Памяти Владимира Высоцкого

IN MEMORY OF VYSOTSKY

Daring, drunk and smoky,
His amazing voice ...
How he walked, flaunted, he fought poorly!
But he was saddened most of all.

So grieved, cried out, toiled,
Cried and asked forgiveness,
But not once did he despair,
To hope there was no strength.

They laid them down, hung flags,
They twist the string into a whip and a noose.
Ah, cool, hard, devil,
All the same, I'll finish the verse!

My horses dance and frown, -
All wrong! It's not that!
And sings, already, it used to close her eyes,
To trust
To utterly,
To ...