MUSIC FOR STEEM - I LOVE THE SIXTIES - My Gypsy Song. Vladimir Vysotsky cover by @shemzee

When we talk about the 1060s music we must not forget Vladimir Vysotsky a Soviet singer-songwriter, poet, and actor whose career had an immense and enduring effect on Soviet culture. He became widely known for his unique singing style and for his lyrics, which featured social and political commentary in often humorous street jargon. He was also a prominent stage and screen actor. Though his work was largely ignored by the official Soviet cultural establishment, he achieved remarkable fame during his lifetime, and to this day exerts significant influence on many of Russia's popular musicians and actors years after his death.

English translation:

In my dreams are yellow flames,
And in a hoarse voice, dreaming, I say:
-Wait a little, wait a little, -
It will be clearer in the morning!
But even in the morning, it's not right,
There's none of that happiness:
Or are you smoking on an empty stomach,
Or are you drinking with a hangover.

In the taverns are green shtof-bottles,
and white napkins.
It's a paradise for the poor and for fools,
For me, I'm like a bird in a cage!
In the church, there's a stench and half-light,
The church clerks are smoking incense.
No! And in the church, it's not right,
Everything is not as it should be.

I'm hurrying onto the hill
So it will come to no good
And on the hill there's an alder tree,
And at the foot of the hill is a cherry.
At the least, to entwine the slope with ivy,
For me, it would be a pleasure
At least something else...
Everything is not as it should be!

And so I go through the fields, by the river.
Light - darkness, there's no god!
And in the clear field, there's cornflowers,
А distant road.
By the road is a thick forest
With witches Baba-Yaga,
And at the end of that road,
Is а roadblock with axes.

Somewhere, horses dance in sync with the music,
Grudgingly and smoothly.
By the road, it's not right,
but at the end of it, it's even worse.
And not the church, nor the tavern -
None of it is holy!
No, boys, it's not right,
It's not right, boys!

Original Russian lyrics:

В сон мне - жёлтые огни,
И хриплю во сне я:

• Повремени, повремени,-
  Утро мудренее!
  Но и утром всё не так,
  Нет того веселья:
  Или куришь натощак,
  Или пьёшь с похмелья.

В кабаках - зелёный штоф,
Белые салфетки.
Рай для нищих и шутов,
Мне ж - как птице в клетке!
В церкви смрад и полумрак,
Дьяки курят ладан.
Нет! И в церкви всё не так,
Всё не так, как надо.

Я - на гору впопыхах,
Чтоб чего не вышло.
А на горе стоит ольха,
А под горою вишня.
Хоть бы склон увить плющом,
Мне б и то отрада,
Хоть бы что-нибудь ещё...
Всё не так, как надо!

Я тогда по полю, вдоль реки.
Света - тьма, нет бога!
А в чистом поле васильки,
Дальняя дорога.
Вдоль дороги - лес густой
С Бабами-Ягами,
А в конце дороги той -
Плаха с топорами.

Где-то кони пляшут в такт,
Нехотя и плавно.
Вдоль дороги всё не так,
А в конце - подавно.
И ни церковь, ни кабак -
Ничего не свято!
Нет, ребята, всё не так,
Всё не так, ребята!