Текст песни Юрий Визбор - Укушенный

BITTEN,
or sad ballad of an unfortunate bitten

Ah sacrifice I trust
The trouble is your parent!
Here I hear from behind the door:
"Bitten, come in!"

Entered: "My reverence."
Undressed slowly.
"Where is the bite?"
I say: "Soul."

Here are the former
Teasing my soul:
"Say bit
Which one? "

I say, "Plain,
And growth is not from a bull.
So pretty
Didn't think a snake. "

Then they hit me,
They scold everyone around:
"What are you bitten
Fool, they say, a fool!

It’s known beforehand,
What is the gap big
Between Inner Content
And outward beauty.

And you got too close
Believing that beauty.
A snake bites a neighbor, -
Everybody knows about it. "

“It doesn’t,” I say, “mean
Nothing now.
What would be my treatment?
Pills or what? "
Says to me: "Listen, -
One of these ladies is
I will give advice, bitten:
Do not believe people.

Let’s say, they’ve come closer to you
With love, like fog.
And you repeat in your mind:
Deception, deception all around! "

"No," I say, "beauty,
Without faith it won’t work:
Better let them bite
Then it will pass. "

I went out to the metropolitan night
With lights around the edges ...
So pretty!
I did not think that a snake.

April 8-12, 1982
Pahra