Vysotski, Ballad of Time / Высоцкий, Баллада о времени (subs by V. Chetin)

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An old castle is hidden and covered, and wrapped
In a soft rug of green flush by time flow;
Nonetheless, silent granite will loosen its tongue,
And benumbed antecedents will start speaking up
About cruises, and combats and triumphs.

Time has never deleted these conquests.
't only takes you to lift upper scales
Or to pressure time into a corner,
And you'll see it give secrets away.

Grands of padlocks will pop, grands of fetters will drop,
Piles of years will give off grands of hells of a job,
And the legends of dozens of verses will flow
About sieges and jousts, and free shots of the old.

May your ear be pricked for familiar runs,
May your eye attend, getting the picture,
For the reason that love is eternally love,
Just the same as in your distant future.

Steel sonorously cracked at the drive of a brand;
Out of tautness, a bowstring got heated;
Reaper hollowly curred on the end of a lance;
Crying quarter, adversaries fell into mud,
Giving in to the mercy of winners.

Yet not all, who had managed to bear it,
Did preserve their hearts for good will,
Having finally fended off credit
From a flagrant deceit of a heel.

Very well, if your horse is responsive and fast
If your hand has a competent grip of a lance;
Very well, if you know of a bolt in advance,
A lot worse, if it is on the sly, meanly twanged.

What do you do with creeps? Batter them? Serves 'em right!
Are you scared by covens of witches?
Only is vile not always referred to as vile,
Just the same as in your distant future?

Unto ages of ages, for ever and more,
Shall a wimp and a traitor be slighted,
And a foe is a foe, and a war is a war,
Whereas freedom is one, and a cell is too small,
And, to freedom, we always aspire.

Time has never deleted these notions,
't only takes you to lift upper coat,
Thereby venting eternal emotions
By hot blood, gushing out of the throat.

Unto ages of ages and ever, ol' man,
Both a price is a price and a blame is a blame,
And it's certainly good if an honor is saved,
If you do have your back safely watched by a mate.

From the days of the old, we drag sagas and tales,
From the old, borrow duty and virtue,
Since the noble is noble, and thus shall remain
In the present, the past and the future.

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