Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - И мы сочувствуем слегка,погибшим,,но издалека.....

Storm all night, and while
 Patches foam latayut
 Torn seams of sand -
 I watch from above,
 As the waves break heads.

 And I sympathize slightly
 Dead - but from afar.

 I hear the wheeze and moan to death,
 And the rage that did not have survived -
 Still - to take such a crackdown,
 Gain strength to break through a barrier -
 And to break the head there! ..

 And I sympathize slightly
 Dead - but from afar.

 The wind combs back in an effort
 And mane foamy ruffles.
 Wave barrier does not take -
 She was someone podsechet legs -
 And collapse lathered horse.

 And sympathize slightly
 Fatalities her - from afar.

Ah, the white mane of fate! -
Previous horosheya like death,
At the call of battle pipe
Take off the waves reared -
Break arched neck.

And I sympathize slightly
Fatalities among them - from afar.

 Come my turn followed suit:
 I blow in the back, being driven to the edge.
 In the soul - like a premonition of delirium -
 What is coerced by his neck -
 And, too, his head broke.

 I sympathize a little -
 Fatalities - from afar.

 So many are sitting in the centuries
 On the banks - and watch
 Carefully and vigilantly as
 Other nearby on the rocks
 Ridges and head scratching.

 They sympathize slightly
 Dead - but from afar.

But in the twilight of the seabed -
In the depths of the secret, the sperm whale -
One will be born and rise
Incredible wave -
On the coast rush it -
And watching swallow.

I sympathize slightly
Fatalities among them - from afar.