Человек за бортом [Chelovek za bortom] [English translation]

There was a storm - the ropes have torn the skin of the hands,

The anchor-chain screamed devilishly.

The wind sang the crude song - and suddenly

Sounded a voice: "Man overboard!"

And at once: Full speed back! Stop machines!

Save quickly and warm him!

Put something inside - if a man,

If not - rub!

I feel sorry, that I am doomed to walk

Overland, - that means, I don't have to wait for help -

No one will jump in to save me

And not announce launching a lifeboat sounding the alarm.

But say: "Speed ahead! Following wind!

We shall be punctual in the port.

As he is a son of a bitch, -

Let haul in himself!"

And my ship will move from me -

And on it, are probably first-class people.

That man on the look-out looks only ahead

He spits that the man has gone overboard.

I see - swimming past,

A friendly port is waiting for them -

Little interest who falls

From the main way oberboard.

When I was carried into the sea, there was

Wind force nine in new money -

For me the life boat is let down by the captain -

And I shall feel ground under my feet.

They will get hold of me by the clothing, -

That means falling in clothed is a plus, -

On board the lifebout like on hope

I clamb in the death-struggle.

Here one can spit from the tank to the stern,

Not many knots - one month in Havana, -

But I want to the deck to him -

To the captain, who gave the earth back to me.

Make full speed ahead - what is for us a block of ice!

I belong now to you sailors, -

Cut me, the son of a bitch,

And tear me to pieces.

I am on board - the course is like previously, like previously the way -

To me outstretched are the hands, the souls, cigarettes,

I am convinced: when something happens -

The sailors will throw the life-belt to me.

It is true, the rolling overcomes them there

In the storms on duty cannot take a breather, -

But a man overboard

Is here not let to be drowned!

When a trap is closed empty

And on the earth losses are forgotten,

The best captain of the world

Has let down a trap for me and I shall get out on the shore.

I shall undertake a conversation

I shall teach some,

That a man overboard

Is not to let alone.

• Artist:Vladimir Vysotsky