Баллада о ненависти

The Ballad of hatred

Vladimir Vysotsky

Hurry, skinny vulture circling over the country.
Forest, his abode in the spring to clean.
Do you hear a hollow earth tremble under their feet,
You see, a dense fog lay over the fields.
This dew boil with hatred.

Hate kidney swollen languishing,
Hatred - concealed in us rages,
Hatred then seeps through the skin,
The heads of our firing.

Look at that over the red spots in the river,
Evil has decided to restore order in the country.
Handles are cold swords in hand,
And despair is beating like a bird in the temple,
And approach the heart from hatred.

Hate mutilates young persons
Hate asks banks,
Hatred is hungry and wants to get drunk
Black blood enemies.

Yes, we hate prisoner captured now,
But we will not anger the captivity of conduct,
Not blind, not black hatred in us,
A fresh wind will dry the tears from our eyes
Justice and genuine hatred.

Hatred - drink, the cup is full!
Hatred requires going, waiting.
But our noble hatred
Next to the love lives.