Going underwater In neutral waters. We can by the year To hell with the weather And if they will cover The radars will howl over Our travail. Save our souls! We rave from suffocation, Save our souls, Hurry to us! Hear us on dry land - Our SOS is getting quieter, And horror cuts the souls Right into half! Aortas are tearing, But cannot come up! There left on the board, There right on the board, There straight ahead, Horned death Stands straight in the path! We're willingly here - This is our world! Have we lost our minds, to Sail in the minefield? No hysterics here Into shore we'll steer - The captain thus said. We sail in the sunrise - Order must be kept. To die in the sunrise - Better in sunlight! Our way is not marked We've nothing... we've nothing But remember us! But now we've reached surface, But there's no escape! Full way to the shipyard, The nerves are pulled tightly. End to all fears To ends and beginnings - Instead of torpedos We're tearing toward ports! By Vladimir Vysotsky Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat
Me, am I What depths does my being me entail Does it matter if I fail If I prevail... What is a Soul Is it me and control Something to say when asked The section of me so tasked Some Godly pieces Lost in the Jigsaw of thought A concept worthy of naught Me, am I the same Emotions I mentally tame This would be soul...and control Me.....am I rambling for a reason?
