Language   

Он не вернулся из боя

Vladimir Semënovič Vysotskij / Владимир Семёнович Высоцкий
Back to the song page with all the versions


Versione inglese di Ludmila P. (2010)
DIDN'T RETURN FROM THE ACTIONHADN'T RETURNED FROM THE BATTLE
  
Why is everything wrong? It goes like every day:Why I’m feeling today not as usual? Why?
The same sky - blue again in complexion,Both the forest and air are gentle.
The same wood, the same air, the water such stay...Overhead I could see such a usual sky,
But he didn’t return from the action.But he hasn’t returned from the battle.
  
Still I can’t comprehend who was right then in ourAnd I can’t understand - who was right, who was wrong
Never-ending disputes to distraction.In the disputes such sleepless and restless.
I felt need of him being at hand only now -I’m feeling the lack up to moment and long,
When he didn’t return from the action.’Cause he hasn’t returned from the battle.
  
He did not speak in place and broke times in a song,He was awkward in words and was out of tune,
Any subject of talks he could turn,He has touched every time trifling matters.
He disturbed me asleep, he got up with the dawn -He prevented to sleep, he got up with a dawn,
While yesterday - didn’t return.Yesterday failed to be from the battle.
  
Has the emptiness come? S’not the point complete:I could mention - my talk not about the void,
Two is closer than one to perfection...All at once I’ve felt - double mettle.
With a wind was blown out my fire that litAnd the fire of friendhsip died without uphold,
When he didn’t return from the action.When he hadn’t returned from the battle.
  
It’s just slipped like a captive from prison to flyAnd the spring is today breaking out of chains.
That mistakenly calling I turn:I’ve called him by name and mistaken:
"Friend, reserve a smoke for me!" - in reply - no reply..."Friend, leave smoke to me", no answer to gain.
For he, yesterday, didn’t return.Yesterday he was lost in the battle.
  
Our dead men will never desert us in trouble,Since the day our passed couldn’t leave us in grief,
Our lost men are sentries of ours...They are serving today as a patrol.
Woods reflect heaven so as the water to double, -As a mirror to sky wood is quiet and still,
And the trees stand blue-looking in colours.And the trees in the wood like blue metal.
  
Enough space for us in the dug-out we had,Our hut was for us so spacious enough,
And the world round two of us turned...Seconds passed as for twins in a rattle,
Now all’s left to one, but it seems to me that -All today only mine, but I take this too tough,
It’s my very self who’s not returned.As I’ve failed to return from the battle.


Back to the song page with all the versions

Main Page

Note for non-Italian users: Sorry, though the interface of this website is translated into English, most commentaries and biographies are in Italian and/or in other languages like French, German, Spanish, Russian etc.




hosted by inventati.org