О Володе Высоцком [O Volodie Vissotskom] [English translation]

I decided to make a song about Volodia Vysotskiy

now one more man will not come back of the trip

They say that he sinned, that he put his candle out in the wrong time...

He lived as he knew how, and nature doesn't know anyone sinless.

Our parting will not last long, only a moment, and then

we will follow him on his hot trail

Let his hoarse baritone swirl above Moscow

and me and him will laugh and cry together

I wanted to make a song about Volodia Vysotskiy,

but my hand trembled and melody didn't meet the verse...

White Moscow stork flushed in the white sky,

Black Moscow stork came down on the black ground.