Vladimir Vysotsky Ballad about LoveWhen waters of a flood that swept the planetReturned once more into the ocean bedFrom foam of a departing ocean currentLove climbed so quietly upon the landAnd 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 heavingReward and punishment they dont awaitAnd thinking that they are only but breathingThey do appear to breathe, or so its 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 travelsLand of love - such a great land it is!And it will be asking for ordealsFrom its knights, before they can have blis.It will ask departures and despairAnd deprive of calm, of sleep and peace...But you cannot drive off the insaneFrom this land, they do agree to payAny price - their life if that is called -Just so not to cut, to keep insteadThe magical invisible threadThat 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 -Id have never breathed, have never lived!But the many that are choking on their love -You wont 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 headOf ones dead from the unknown love.Their voices have to morph in single oneTheir souls must wander in between the flowersTo breathe with the eternity at oneTo meet each other sighing in some hourUpon the fragile bridges and roadsUpon the narrow crosroads 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!Im in love - and therefore, I live!

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