Текст песни В.Высоцкий - Штормит весь вечер

Storms all evening, and while
Patches foam pat
Torn sand seams
I'm watching down
How the waves of the head break.

And I sympathize a little
To those who perished to them from afar.

I hear a wheeze and a moan of death
And the fury that didn’t survive
Still: take such an acceleration,
Gather strength, break through the barrier -
And break your head at the goal! ..

And I sympathize a little
To those who perished to them from afar.

Ah, manes are white fates!
Before death, like a good woman,
At the call of the battle tube
Waves rise up
Break the arched neck.

And we sympathize slightly
To those who perished to them from afar.

And the wind hits the crests again
And foam manes ruffles.
The wave of the barrier will not take -
Someone will cut her legs,
And the soared horse will collapse.

We will sympathize slightly
Killed her - from afar.

My turn will come after
They stab me in the back, drive me to the edge.
In my heart - a hunch like nonsense,
That I’ll break my back
And I’ll break my head too.

I feel a little sympathy
To the dead - from afar.

So many sit for centuries
On the shores - and watch
Attentively and vigilantly, as
Others nearby on stones
Ridges and heads break.

They sympathize slightly
Dead, but from afar.

But at dusk the seabed
In the depths of secret sperm whales
Born and rise alone
Incredible wave
She will rush ashore
And they will absorb the observers.

I sympathize slightly
To those who perished to them from afar.