Текст песни Высоцкий Владимир - Штормит весь вечер, и пока

Vladimir Vysotsky

Alexander Galich

Storms all evening, and bye
Foam patches fly
Torn sand seams
I'm watching down
As the waves of the head break
And I sympathize a little
Dead, but from afar.

Ah manes are white fates
Before death, like a good woman
At the call of the battle tube
Waves rise up
Break the arched neck.
And we sympathize slightly
Dead, but from afar.

I hear a wheezing and death moan
And the fury that didn’t survive
Still - take such an acceleration,
Gather strength, break through the gap
And break your head at the goal.
And I sympathize a little
Dead, but from afar.

And the wind hits the crests again
And frothy manes ruffles
The wave of the barrier will not take
Someone will cut her legs
And the soared horse will collapse.
And sympathize slightly
Dead but from afar

My turn will come after
They blow me in the back, drive me to the edge
In the soul of forebodings, like nonsense,
That will break my back
And I’ll break my head too.
And sympathize slightly
To the dead, from afar.

So many sit for centuries
On the shores and watching
Attentively and vigilantly, as
Others nearby on stones
Ridges and heads break!
They sympathize slightly
Dead, but from far away ...

Do not be shy about the words of the last part
of this poem:

But at dusk the seabed
In the depths of secret sperm whales
Born and rise alone
Incredible wave
She will rush ashore
And they will absorb the observers.