Владимир Высоцкий - Я не люблю / "I do not like" by Vladimir Vysotsky

[med_cat]

(duathir and thnidu--another one for you; one of his best, IMHO)

Я не люблю фатального исхода,
От жизни никогда не устаю.
Я не люблю любое время года,
В которое я песен не пою.
Я не люблю холодного цинизма,
В восторженность не верю, и еще -
Когда чужой мои читает письма,
Заглядывая мне через плечо.

Я не люблю, когда наполовину
Или когда прервали разговор.
Я не люблю, когда стреляют в спину,
Я также против выстрелов в упор.
Я ненавижу сплетни в виде версий,
Червей сомненья, почестей иглу
Или, - когда все время против шерсти,
Или, - когда железом по стеклу.

Я не люблю уверенности сытой,
Уж лучше пусть откажут тормоза.
Досадно мне, что слово "честь" забыто
И что в чести наветы за глаза.
Когда я вижу сломанные крылья,
Нет жалости во мне, и неспроста:
Я не люблю насилья и бессилья,
Вот только жаль распятого Христа.

Я не люблю себя, когда я трушу,
Я не терплю, когда невинных бьют.
Я не люблю, когда мне лезут в душу,
Тем более, когда в нее плюют.
Я не люблю манежи и арены,
На них мильон меняют по рублю, -
Пусть впереди большие перемены,
Я это никогда не полюблю.
Пусть впереди большие перемены,
Я это никогда не полюблю.
Translation of lyrics:

I do not like lethal outcomes,
I never tire of life,
I do not like any time of year
During which I don't sing cheerful songs.
I don't like cold cynicism,
I don't believe puppy-eyed delight, either, and also--
I don't like when a stranger reads my letters,
Looking over my shoulder.

I don't like when it's halfway
Or when a conversation is suddenly broken off.
I don't like being shot in the back,
I am also against being shot point-blank.
I hate gossip presented as plausible versions of events,
The worms of doubt, the needle of honor and recognition,
Or--when all the time it's rubbing in the wrong direction,
Or--when it's iron scraped on glass.

I don't like well-fed complacence,
Even if the brakes fail completely, that is better.
It annoys me that the word "honor" has been forgotten
And that denigrating others, behind their backs, is what's honored.
When I see broken wings,
There's no pity in me, and there's a reason for that:
I don't like violence and helplessness,
The only one I do feel sorry for is the crucified Christ.

I don't like myself when I'm being a coward,
I cannot tolerate the innocent being abused,
I do not like when people pry into my inmost soul,
And especially if they spit into it.
I do not like stages and arenas--
On them, a million is exchanged into single rubles, one by one,
Even if there are major changes ahead,
I will never like such things.

Comments

[elenbarathi.livejournal.com]

*checks Google Translate* Nope, they're Czech. There are several videos of that song; I picked the one with the best pictures. ^^

Kír won't be online till this evening - it's Super Full Moon y'know; we'll all be out at Gibson Spit watching it rise over the sea. I watched it set this morning: what a sight! it was YUUUGE! ^^

[med_cat]

Ah, thanks ;) I was thinking it was odd, I should've been able to make out more of the subtitles, if it were Polish; Czech is more different.

Indeed re: moon, and the songs will keep ;) Enjoy the moon-view!

[elenbarathi.livejournal.com]

It seems like it would be a fairly easy language to learn. One of my boys that I used to look after (all grown up now) went as an exchange student to Prague, and speaks fluent Czech - it's a pretty language, though not as pretty as Romanian.

Thanks; you enjoy it too - the Moon must be up already on your coast. Our moonrise will be in about half an hour; gotta go get me boots on and head out. Woohoo, sky rocks!

[med_cat]

:)