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Vladimir Vysotsky – She was been in Paris the song text, lyrics

Vladimir Vysotsky – She was been in Paris the song text, lyrics




Likely, I was dimmed: I will close an eyes- I see,
likely, I was dimmed: I quail, and then,
Where to me to she? She was been in Paris,
And I have know yesterday, not only in it one.
What songs were sung by me to her about the Far North.
I thought, here just-to-just, and there will be we on "you".
But I in vain sang about a strip neutraled
To her deeply to spit, what is there a flowers.
I have sung then still, I thought, it is closer:
About the south and about the one who earlier was with her.
But what is to her to me – she was been in Paris,
Marseilles Marso something told to her.
I have thrown the factory, though, in general, had not the right,
Have sat down for a dictionaries on a conscience and on a fear,
But what to her to me? She is already in Warsaw,
We again speak on a different languages.
Will arrive - I will tell on polish:" Proshe pany ".
Accept by a such as is, I will not sing more.
But what is to her to me? I am already in Iran.
I have understood, to me to she, of course, not to be in time.
Also she is today here, and tomorrow will be in the Oslo
Yes, I was trapped, yes I have got a trouble.
Who earlier was with her and the one who will be after,
Let they try. I will wait better.




 
 


 

Владимир Высоцкий - Она Была в Париже текст песни, lyrics




Наверно, я погиб: глаза закрою - вижу,
Наверно, я погиб: робею, а потом,
Куда мне до нее? Она была в Париже,
И я вчера узнал, не только в нем одном.
Какие песни пел я ей про Север дальний.
Я думал, вот чуть-чуть, и будем мы на "ты".
Но я напрасно пел о полосе нейтральной
Ей глубоко плевать, какие там цветы.
Я спел тогда еще, я думал, это ближе:
Про юг и про того, кто раньше с нею был.
Но что ей до меня - она была в Париже,
Ей сам Марсель Марсо чего-то говорил.
Я бросил свой завод, хоть, в общем, был не вправе,
Засел за словари на совесть и на страх,
Но что ей до меня? Она уже в Варшаве,
Мы снова говорим на разных языках.
Приедет - я скажу по-польски: "Проше пани".
Прими таким, как есть, не буду больше петь.
Но что ей до меня? Она уже в Иране.
Я понял, мне за ней, конечно, не успеть.
Ведь она сегодня здесь, а завтра будет в Осле
Да, я попал впросак, да я попал в беду.
Кто раньше с нею был и тот, кто будет после,
Пусть пробуют они. Я лучше пережду







 
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Anjam Abbas More than 1 year ago
excellent
Donald Burns More than 1 year ago
i felt your emotions in this poem !!!!!!!!!!!
The Spider More than 1 year ago
but still beautiful and unique
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The reader must contribute to the meanings.
abdul wahab More than 1 year ago
lovely
Rob Shand More than 1 year ago
Well done
Chester Hembree More than 1 year ago
not easy for me to understand.
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