• Re: Ballad About Love

    From V@21:1/5 to Ilya Shambat on Sat Mar 25 20:00:20 2023
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    On Saturday, March 18, 2023 at 3:05:41 AM UTC+2, Ilya Shambat wrote:
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWaL7hS7N2s

    When waters of a flood that swept the planet
    Returned once more into the ocean bed
    From foam of a departing ocean current
    Love climbed so quietly upon the land
    And disappeared in air before its time -
    And for it there are sixteen hundred times.

    And some strange people - there are some such yet -
    Inhale this mix with full chest that is heaving
    Reward and punishment they don't await
    And thinking that they are only but breathing
    They do appear to breathe, or so it's seeming,
    Unevenly, unevenly, at that.

    Only sense, just like a river boat,
    For so long, so long remains afloat,
    For before I know that "I love" -
    That is, that I breathe, or that I live!

    And there will be enough wanderings and travels
    Land of love - such a great land it is!
    And it will be asking for ordeals
    From its knights, before they can have bliss.
    It will ask departures and despair
    And deprive of calm, of sleep and peace...

    But you cannot drive off the insane
    From this land, they do agree to pay
    Any price - their life if that is called -
    Just so not to cut, to keep instead
    The magical invisible thread
    That is woven in between their souls....

    The fresh air intoxicated them,
    Knocked them from their feet, raised up again,
    For if I had never ever loved -
    I'd have never breathed, have never lived!

    But the many that are choking on their love -
    You won't reach, however you may shout...
    Counted by prayer and empty word.
    But this count has been mixed in blood.
    And we will place candles at the head
    Of ones dead from the unknown love.

    Their voices have to morph in single one
    Their souls must wander in between the flowers
    To breathe with the eternity at one
    To meet each other sighing in some hour
    Upon the fragile bridges and roads
    Upon the narrow crossroads of the world...

    I will lay the fields for those in love,
    Sleeping or awake, just let them sing!
    I am breathing - therefore, I love!
    I'm in love - and therefore, I live!

    By Vladimir Vysotsky
    Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat

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