Vladimir Vysotsky - Моя Цыганская (Moya Tsiganskaya) (English translation #2)

Vladimir Vysotsky – Моя Цыганская

English translation

English

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My Gypsy Song

In my dream – yellow lights,

wheezing in my sleep;

a while longer, a whole longer,

In the morning I’ll be fine!

But in the morning everything’s wrong,

The joy is gone;

Either you smoke on an empty stomach,

Or you quench a hangover.Hey one, yes

once again;

Hey one, yes

many-many more times…In the bars; green tablecloths

And white napkins.

Heaven for the poor and slobs,

But for me – like a bird in a cage!In the church; stench and gloom,

Preachers burning incense.

No! Even in church everything’s wrong,

Not as it should be.

To the mountain I rush,

So that something there might be,

On the mountain stands an alder,

While below a cherry tree;

If only there were ivy on the slope;

I’d get some joy from it,

If only anything else;

It’s not as it should be.Hey one, yes

once again;

Hey one, yes

many-many more times…

Then to the field I go,

along the river bank;

Some light, some darkness – but no God!

While in the pure field;

there are cornflowers and a distant road.

Along the road there’s a deep forest

With Baba-Yaga witches;

And at the road’s end;

Chopping blocks and axes.

Somewhere the stallions dance in tune,

Unhurried and easy.

Along the road everything is wrong,

But at the end; completely.

Neither in church nor the in the bar-

Nothing is held holy!

No, my friends; everything’s wrong,

Everything’s wrong, my friends!

Hey one, yes

once again;

Hey one, yes

many-many more times…

Russian

Original lyrics

Моя Цыганская

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