Hamlet on Taganka

I went out onto the stage The hall was silent Behind him lay a ghost and the weight of centuries Burbage sang, and the Saxon Chronicles were washed by the Danish river But today I'm wearing a simple sweater The wounded poet wheezes again Shakespeare himself looks out from the darkness where the sixteenth century is frozen To be or not be? - The question is edge on edge Life or fight is on this ragged wound! The voice is like a string, stretched to a scream Hamlet on Taganka is an eternity in a moment! Time has dislocated a joint from its grooves Who's the main enemy here, if you're wrong? To be or not? Hey, make up your mind faster The shadow of the father is coming, noses around Gray's neck! The world remembers the bad quarto of the play A transcript of our secret tears Before wrote his own plots But Vysotsky took that pain away It's not just revenge against the king It's a duel with the madness of the mind The earth is spinning under my feet and the Danish prison is shrinking Do you recall Moscow, its clean ponds? Golden autumn rustled under your feet There our two destinies met for the first time and you were walking towards me, as if you were unearthly The foliage glowed golden by the still water October kissed your fragile shoulders We didn't know the trouble was coming then and we believed insanely in this first meeting And in Paris, the last meeting Marina has sadness in her eyes It was as if she knew everything that memorable evening The words froze upon her delicate lips The soul screamed, clutching its knees that we'll never meet again It's raining outside the window, painting a picture and the song flies high into the clouds! Hamlet cries at the sleepy grave Poor Yorick grins in response A hoarse baritone with an iron string This dim light accompanies us The heavy curtain will fall as long as the voice doesn't fade away in the darkness Anyone who has lost something will understand this royal seal