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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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*Another translation of V.Vysotsky So there, the tremor left my hands Now to the top The fear has plunged into the depths Now I won’t stop No cause for rest, no time to ease I skid, I screech And in this world there are no peaks That can’t be reached Among the undiscovered paths Let one be mine The obstacles which weren’t passed I’ll break with time Those who fell short and sunk in waves God be their judge! Among obstructed, narrow lanes There’s one I’ll trudge From every side, the ocean raves In rage unfolds The mysteries of people’s names It firmly holds I see my dream, in full awareness Above all else I still believe in truth and fairness Of words and depths And let the lengthy time advance I won’t forget That here by will and not by chance I’ve got ahead I heard the water sing and pray “Good luck to thee...” And by the way, what was the day? A Wednesday eve ------------------ I fell in love and kept on falling [This message has been edited by Master (edited 10-29-1999).] |
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Watcher666 Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606 |
Excellent.  ------------------ Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you. |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thanks Watcher! |
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