Александр Маршал - Высоцкому
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Vladimir Semenych, what difference does it make to you?
Was it really impossible to live longer?
After all, it’s difficult for us to cope with this life without you.
Well, should we take it and forget about it?
How can you forget when everything is the same?
We also bicker, steal and drink
And some people really miss Brezhnev
I don't like the times we live in
Having become angry in an angry, inarticulate polemic
They, like ballast, are not easy to climb
Mired in unnecessary, verbal hysteria
And they will never dive under the flags
And no one will heat the bathhouse in white
People are more accustomed to acrid smoke
And the harmful fumes, without that about the madman
Now he will tie his tongue even tighter
Woe to us writers, our own story
In which the plot begs the question
Life sends daily, a signal to our conscience
With a desperately frequent message - SOS!!!
We whip the horses on the sides, steeply rearing
But the horses stand, and the bits are bloody
And what seemed unshakable forever
It's burning to the ground before our eyes
No one disdains anything when they become bolder
And frequent lies have become the norm
And the vile scum is trying its best
Erase our memory of the last war
It won’t work, they are corrupt, they don’t know God.
Who is your master, we understand without words
And it’s a pity that in the land where those who died for us lie
There are no crosses on mass graves
Vladimir Semenych, I hope you hear
And they haven’t lost their interest in us
So maybe you’ll write after all
And one day you will sing to us from heaven
We sinners along the way were jinxed by unbelief
We live as if we were sleeping, barely understanding
How, out of the blue, did you happen to
Leave without saying goodbye to us at forty-two?
Vladimir Semenych, how did you manage to leave without saying goodbye at 42?