Vladimir vysotsky – a farewell to the mountains

A farewell to the mountains

Down to cities, to cars, to the life, dull and bleak
We are getting ahead – as if losing the goals…
But we always come back from the mountain peak
Which we conquered and where we left our souls.

Drop your disputes of no account –
I’ve proved all to myself and can bet:
Better than all the mounts is the Mount,
Which nobody has mounted yet!

So many a hope, so many a song
Mountains rouse in us, begging us not to go,
But we always come back – for a break or for long
Since we have to return – it’s a must to do so.

Drop your disputes of no account –
I’ve proved all to myself and can bet:
Better than all the mounts is the Mount,
Which nobody has mounted yet!

Who would want to remain all alone in a fix?
Who would want to ignore his heart’s call, soft and tender?
But we always come back from the mountain peaks –
Even gods from the mountains sometimes descended…

Drop your disputes of no account –
I’ve proved all to myself and can bet:
Better than all the mounts is the Mount,
Which nobody has mounted yet!

© George Tokarev. Translation, 2001
Edited by Robert Titterton



Vladimir vysotsky – a farewell to the mountains