Здесь вам не равнина... - пер. В. Высоцкого

By Vladimir Vysotsky

Here's not a plain surface, and climate is wrong,
And avalanches are going in row,
And after the rockfall you'll see the another rockfall,
You may go aside, or miss bad steep thus,
But now we choose the difficult path,
As dangerous as military path.

Who hasn't been here, who had no risk -
Who hasn't test ever himself on the cliffs,
Though underneath he was awarded by stars,
At foot he can't find, any wishes despite,
For all his long and happy life,
One-tenth of such a beauty and a charm.

That was not a rose, nor a funeral band,
And not like a cold and high monument
Was stone, which brought you gift of the rest, -
The mountain top is sparkling in day
With emerald ice - the Eternal flame,
The conquest, which was only your fail.

But let they say right, and let they say wrong -
There's nothing and no one vainly gone!
That's better, than from vodka, or from flu!
The others will change the comfort, though,
For risk and the excesive work,
And will cross the uncrossed by you marshroute.

The vertical walls... Be careful now!
Don't hope for only luck, thought without,
In mountains neither a rock, or an ice could be safe.
We only rely on hardness of hands,
On friend's hand, the driven hooks's strength,
And pray, that the equipment wouldn't be bad.

We cut here the stairs... No any step back!
And out of tension the knees go shake,
And heart is ready to run to the top at one step.
The world is in palm! You're happy and quiet!
But only jealous to those ones,
Whose tops are there in future life, as yet.

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variant -
There's no plain here, and climate is bad.
The hard snowglides are all times, it is said,
The roar of rockfall alternates by the other rockfall.
We can go away from the difficult way,
But there's no place just to cry or to stay,
So the dangerous footpath is now our choice.

С подачи: Владимира Игнатьевых