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

About Volodya Vysotsky I decided to write a song:

Yet, another one has not returned from a life long adventure

People say, that he sinned, that his candle hasn't burned for too long...

He lived as best he could, but there are no sinless people in Nature.

We will part just for a moment, it won't last for too long

and then we'll also follow in his still warm foot print.

Let it circle over Moscow, the sound of his husky baritone,

well, we'll lough a little and cry a little together with him

I wanted to compose a song about Volodya Vysotsky life,

but my hand was shaking and the melody didn't match the verse...

White Moscow stork took off into the white Russian sky,

black Moscow stork descended to the black Russian earth