Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Мосты сгорели, углубились броды...

Bridges burned , deepened Brody
And closely - we see only the skull ,
And overlaps the inputs and outputs ,
And one way - to where the crowd .

And the pair of horses , accustomed to wave train
Have demonstrated how a small world ,
The crowd goes on a vicious circle -
And the circle is large , and shot down a landmark .

It flows into the rain has got palette
Rush gallops in the polonaise,
No smells, colors , tones and rhythms ,
And oxygen from the air disappeared.

Nobody's madness or inspiration
Gyre is not interrupt .
But is it - perpetual motion ,
The same endless path forward?