В процессе лазания по интернету обнаружил вот что: в сети присутствуют довольно-таки неплохие переводы поэзии Владимира Семеновича Высоцкого на английский язык, сделанные, судя по копирайту, Павлом Киселевым.

Предлагаю вниманию всех, кому просто нравится само ощущение поэзии, данные некоторые переводы.

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He who's been with her before

That night, I didn't drink, I didn't sing--
I stared at her and didn't blink,
As though a child, as though a child
But he, who's been with her before
He told me, I should simply go,
He told me, I should simply go,
I'd face denial!

And he, who's been with her before
He talked so coarsely and he swore
But I remembered--I wasn't drunk then
And as I tried to walk away
She told me, "What's the hurry, stay!"
She told me, "What's the hurry, stay,
It isn't late yet!"

But he, who's been with her before
Remembered and did not let go
And once in fall, and once in fall
I'm with my friend, they blocked our lane
They stood together in a chain,
They stood together in a chain--
Eight men in all

With me--my knife and I decide
I won't go down without a fight
Watch out you fools! Watch out you fools!
Why should I wait to be submersed?
And so, I chose to strike them first
And so, I chose to strike them first
Those were the rules

But he, who's been with her before
He planned and plotted a fierce row,
Severe and grave, severe and grave
Right from behind, someone attacked
And Johnny warned me, "Watch your back!"
And Johnny warned me, "Watch your back!"
It was too late

For all eight sins--one resolution
A prison clinic--my conclusion
I lied there flat, I lied there flat
The surgeon cut across and down
He told me, "Man, just hang around!"
He told me, "Man, just hang around!"
I did just that!

The time flew by during my term
She did not wait for my return
But I've forgiven, her--I've forgiven
Yes her, I surely do condone
But him, who's been with her before
But him, who's been with her before
I won't be leaving
With him, who's been with her before
With him, who's been with her before
I will get even

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Morning workout

Inhale deeply, arms--out more,
Do not hurry--three and four!
Grace and pliability are emphasized!
All around conditioning,
And hangover quickening,
If you're still alive and fidgeting-
Exercise!

If you're working out at home,
Do lie down!--three and four!
Correctly go through every single motion!
Lose the tension that you feel,
Get accustomed to the drill!
Inhale deeply right until...
Exhaustion!

Quickly growing 'round the world--
Flu and illness--three and four!
The disease is gradually flourishing!
If you're weak--straight to the grave!
If you want your wellness saved,
With a towel rub yourself,
It's nourishing!

If already you feel spent,
Sit and stand, sit and stand--
Do not fear the Arctic and Antarctic!
Our main scholar Dr. Joffe
Proved to us that booze and coffee
Will be replaced by athletic prophy--
--lactic

All the talking should be stopped
Keep on squatting 'till you drop
Do not be such gloomy creatures!
If you cannot hold your ardor
Rub yourself with something harder
In the water, you can start the
Drilled procedures

We're not scared of doltish talk--
In response we run and walk,--
Amateurs--triumphant from the start!
Beautiful!--right from beginning
No one's losing, no one's winning
Stationary running is bringing
Peace to hearts!

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A song about a friend

If your friend just became a man,
Not a friend, not a foe,-- just so,
If you really can't tell from the start,
If he's strong in his heart, --
To the peaks take this man -- don't fret!
Do not leave him alone, on his own,
Let him share the same view with you--
Then you'll know if he's true.

If the guy on the peak got weak,
If he lost all his care -- got scared,
Took a step on the frost -- got lost,
Tripped and screamed in exhaust, --
Then the one you held close is false,
Do not bother to yell-- expel, --
We can't take such aboard, and in short
We don't sing of his sort.

If the guy didn't whine nor pine,
He was dull and upset, but went,
When you slipped from the cliff,
He heaved, holding you in his grip;
If he walked right along, seemed strong,
On the top stood like he belonged, --
Then, whenever the chances are slim
You can count on him!

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Leaving the mountains

To the scramble of cities and the crowded streets
We return, for these places have bound us.
We descend from the conquered mountain peaks,
Leaving our hearts in the mountains.

So, I beg you, just stop all the meaningless fights!
Many times I have proven this speech,
And to me, the one thing that is better than heights,
Is the height that I haven't yet reached!

Who would want to be left by all alone in a mix?
To descend when the heart starts to revel?--
Yet, we left from the conquered mountain peaks--
Gods, themselves, desended from heaven.

So, I beg you, just stop all the meaningless fights!
Many times I have proven this speech,
And to me, the one thing that is better than heights,
Is the height that I haven't yet reached!

Beautiful verses in their honor were penned
And the mountains call us to stay.
For a year or forever-- but we have to descend,
We must always return, either way.

So, I beg you, just stop all the meaningless fights!
Many times I have proven this speech,
And to me, the one thing that is better than heights,
Is the height that nobody has reached!

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