I don't estimate the loud rights so high,
Of which so many heads have gone aside.
I don't grumble of god's grace
To challenge taxes or prevent
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I've curled my ears into tubules
In order that the noodles won't be hung on them...
I'm going along the streets.... doo-bbbiii-dddooooo...
And feel myself younger and younger!
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By Osip Mandelstam
Only child's books - to read,
Only child's thoughts - to caress,
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By Osip Mandelstam
With a tinsel gold the fir-trees're flamed
In woods in the Christmas time.
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A sound cautious and vague
Of fruit, fallen from tree and lost -
Among the constant choir song
Of the deepest silence of a forest...
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All the bonds of that earth captivity
Hardly could I overcome that day,
And is fettered from my head to my feet
With the heavy armours of disdain.
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And years go as the iron troops,
And air with the iron balls is full.
It is without colour - in water ironing,
And dreamed on the pillow - as pink.
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Then let I did live without love,
Then let I break all the oaths, -
You're exciting my soul, wherever I get a chance
To meet you, my loving!
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You are so slim, as the candles in temple.
Your gaze - as sword penetrating me all.
Girl - I'm not expecting from you any dazzling -
Let me to burn in the fire as monk!
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The song of Geratshenko
from the play 'The last parade'
by Vladimir Vysotsky
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