Where there's a music shall be comin' out of every car
There is a silence all over downtown
Where community celebrates shall be aroused
I walk the sterile gardens where life is on pause
No can do this!
No can do that!
What da hell can you do, my friend?
In this place that you call your town
I guess you can't expect much from the hometown
Well I don't know if you can even call it your own
When they don't want you to get near excitement
And in protest to that you just stay home
No can do this!
No can do that!
What da hell can you do, my friend?
In this place that you call your town
[Баллада о любви - В. Высоцкий]
Когда вода всемирного потопа
Вернулась вновь в границы берегов,
Из пены уходящего потока
На сушу тихо выбралась любовь,
И расстворилась в воздухе до срока,
А срока было сорок сороков.
И чудаки еще такие есть,
Вдыхают полной грудью эту смесь,
И ни наград не ждут, ни наказанья,
И веруя, что дышат просто так,
Они внезапно попадают в такт
Такого же неровного дыханья.
Я поля влюбленным постелю,
Пусть поют во сне и наяву,
Я дышу и значит я люблю,
Я люблю и значит я живу.
Я поля влюбленным постелю,
Пусть поют во сне и наяву,
Я дышу и значит я люблю,
Я люблю и значит я живу.
(?)
I wanna walk this Earth like it is mine
And so is everyone in our funlovin' tribe
C'mon, is that real so much to ask
from all these goddamn nazi-fuedals
I'm gonna take it to community
Cause I want everyone to see
There never was any conspiracy
And we are all here simple to sing:
No can do this!
No can do that!
What da hell can you do, my friend?
In this place that you call your town
(?)
Where the's music should be comin' out of every car
There is a silence all over downtown
Where community celebrates shall be aroused
(?)
Weres a Music Shall Be Comin 'Out of EVERY CAR
There is a Silence All Over Downtown
WHERE COMMUNITY CELEBRATES SHALL BE ARUSED
I Walk The Sterile Gardens Where Life Is on Pace
No can do this!
No can do that!
What da Hell can you do, my fired?
In this place that you call your town
I Guess You canon '
Well I Donat Know IF YOU CAN EVEN CALL IT your OWN
Whether the doc
And in Protest to that you joust Stay Home
No can do this!
No can do that!
What da Hell can you do, my fired?
In this place that you call your town
[Love ballad - V. Vysotsky]
When the water of the World Flood
Returned again to the boundaries of the coast,
From the foam of the outgoing stream
Love quietly got out to the land,
And was growing in the air until the deadline,
And there was forty forty.
And there are still eccentrics,
Inhale this mixture in full chest,
And neither awards are expected, nor punishment
And believing that they breathe just like that
They suddenly get to the beat
The same uneven breathing.
I will bed fields in love
Let them sing in a dream and in reality,
I am breathing and means I love
I love and then I live.
I will bed fields in love
Let them sing in a dream and in reality,
I am breathing and means I love
I love and then I live.
(?)
I Wanna Walk This Earth Like Its Mine
And so is evente in outlovin 'tribe
C'MON, is that real so much to ask
From All these Goddamn Nazi-Fedals
I'M Gonna Take It to Community
CAUSE I WANT EVERYONE to see
There Never Was Any Conspiracy
And we are all hee simple to suning:
No can do this!
No can do that!
What da Hell can you do, my fired?
In this place that you call your town
(?)
Weres Music Shoup Be Comin 'Out of EVERY CAR
There is a Silence All Over Downtown
WHERE COMMUNITY CELEBRATES SHALL BE ARUSED
(?)
