In Memory Of A Bard

Aleh Barysau By Aleh Barysau, 31st May 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL
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I caught like a catcher your star,
it in you out in me now alight,
and like you I play my guitar,
death in life to be won by delight.

In Memory Of Vladimir Vysotsky, Russian Poet and Bard

I'm beating strings of my guitar with nerves,
they are dependent always on my fashion,
for those who want to slake their thirst
I'm pouring in a goblet sounds of passion.

Strings seventh, sixth, the rest are gonna flee,
given a start by bard's hands switching,
obeyed the words they nurse revenge on me -
to put out of the tune so to awaken souls bewitched.

I shout choked with the fullness in my heart,
the strings are gonna break the beat.
In gold of them there's feeling of my blood,
so my guitar is crying in the heat.

The string here's tearing to the ground,
but still I'm beating all the rest with energy
and all the crowd's becoming drunk of sound,
the glory beats as did it savagery.


Bard, Blood, Crowd, Energy, Glory, Guitar, Passion, Savagery, Sounds, Strings

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I live in Belarus.

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author avatar Shaunak
31st May 2012 (#)

Interesting Post

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author avatar Aleh Barysau
2nd Jun 2012 (#)

You can listen to his song here:
the translation of the song is here: ( Koni priveredlivye)

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