Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Как все, как это было

Like everything, how was it? -
And in the wings, and at the station
You are like bath soap
Eliminated and slipped away.

All my thoughts are mixed up
And coiled up by a web ...
I climb, like beggars in sums,
For a half and for a routine.

Oh you little thoughts, oh little thoughts
Oh you gums and brides
We were not lucky with you and in hearsay,
I could not believe - what a demon you are!

Only willows and flaxes, only baths,
Only bright days or moons -
There is your refuge, Tanya!
So sing her ally!

So sing to her, evil songs,
Resound her, all the cantatas,
Good hymns or good news
More often head for Tata!