As for any military style learning academies teaching officers, staff and their cadets this my translation/interpretation may be found well fascinated or even taken for a practical use. At least I wish they were able to feel a romanticness of a dancing. "Fighting Boredom Invited" ™ ;-)
Vladimir Vysotsky's Legacy
WHITE WALTZ
1
What was the waltz! Heat of a movement, sound, nerves!
All hearts were beating in the rhytm of three instead of two.
Furthermore, all dames were inviting cavaliers
To dance a White Waltz, right, that high-spiritual* - so dazzled.
2
Then you, yourself, despite of lack experience in dancing,
Recalled, that to invite the only her was very strong attempt, -
That wish of that was always interrupted cause to affairs -
Your call for a help, or any other call for a deployment.
3
And then that happened, world got closer to become a real
She did it all herself, while you've considered your wishes,
She is approaching to offer you a beauty of romantic dance, -
You now feel a rhythm of waltz by own blood pulsation.
R
You are quiet relaxed at noisy ball beauty,
But treacherous shadow of you was presented -
It shivered, tossed, got broken | at sandy wax lights.
With kid gloves of care, but turning her madly,
You could navigate her over blade of a knife, -
So do not stay with your folded hands, as kinda lost and a strange!
4
That was White Waltz - the end of doubts for any critics
It's a completion of all joys, fun and innocent dreams, -
Today all dames were inviting cavaliers -
Sure, not because, yes, not because those did not show courage.
5
Entitled at the time of ball in a rank of dames**,
And dizzies waltz our romantic heads like in old days.
But wish of dancing is always interrupted cause to affairs -
As our call for a help, or any other call for a deployment.
6
You are whiter than snow, lace, White Waltz, lace,
This dancing snowfall let it fall at no interruption!
She came to invite you to go through a life together, -
And you was pale - whiter than walls, whiter than waltz.
R
You are quiet relaxed at noisy ball beauty,
But treacherous shadow of you was presented -
It shivered, tossed, got broken | at sandy wax lights.
With kid gloves of care, but turning her madly,
You could navigate her over blade of a knife, -
So do not stay with your folded hands, as kinda lost and a strange!
7
Whenever would be a ball - in Mess Hall, or either in a lyceum,
In a palace hall or in a school - how happy you were, -
In Russia dames were inviting cavaliers
Through centuries to the White Waltz, there was all so whitish-white.
8
The eyes downcast, not glancing all around,
Through desperation, quietness and silence
The women hurried to offer any help to us, -
Their ballroom is in a size of Country of. ***
9
Despite you would be thrown far away, to get somehow disappeared, -
Recall the Waltz - recall the same your look! - you're now smiling.
Epoch is gonna wait for you - from sea or from heaven -
You are gonna get invited once again as soon as you come back.
R
You are quiet relaxed at noisy ball beauty,
But treacherous shadow of you was presented -
It shivered, tossed, got broken | at sandy wax lights.
With kid gloves of care, but turning her madly,
You could navigate her over blade of a knife, -
So do not stay with your folded hands, as kinda lost and a strange!
By BORIS K'ZORIN,
the another last romantic ©, Los Angeles, CA 2015
You are welcome -
http://wow4singingtranslations.blogspot.com
Notes:
* the phrase "that one traditional" was updated by me as of 2015; even in Los Angeles, California it is a very problematically today to locate any real ballroom dances studio held by any true, usually retired themselves from competition for any reason, professional dancers/trainers.
** - Dame is an equivalent title to 'Sir'; title for a woman who has been awarded an order of chivalry, mostly known in United Kingdom.
** - Dame is an equivalent title to 'Sir'; title for a woman who has been awarded an order of chivalry, mostly known in United Kingdom.
*** - I do all my best, while sometimes the own expressions came in mind to be seemed as most appropriate, say, "Their ballroom is in a size of planet", meaning international humans affairs.
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ORIGINAL RUSSIAN LYRIC
"БЕЛЫЙ ВАЛЬС"
1
Какой был бал! Накал движенья, звука, нервов!
Сердца стучали на три счета вместо двух.
К тому же дамы приглашали кавалеров
На белый вальс, традиционный - и захватывало дух.
2
Ты сам, хотя танцуешь с горем пополам,
Давно решился пригласить ее одну,-
Но вечно надо отлучаться по делам -
Спешить на помощь, собираться на войну.
3
И вот, все ближе, все реальней становясь,
Она, к которой подойти намеревался,
Идет сама, чтоб пригласить тебя на вальс,-
И кровь в висках твоих стучится в ритме вальса.
R
Ты внешне спокоен средь шумного бала,
Но тень за тобою тебя выдавала -
Металась, ломалась, дрожала она в зыбком свете свечей.
И бережно держа, и бешено кружа,
Ты мог бы провести ее по лезвию ножа,-
Не стой же ты руки сложа, сам не свой и ничей!
4
Был белый вальс - конец сомненьям маловеров
И завершенье юных снов, забав, утех,-
Сегодня дамы приглашали кавалеров -
Не потому, не потому, что мало храбрости у тех.
5
Возведены на время бала в званье дам,
И кружит головы нам вальс, как в старину.
Но вечно надо отлучаться по делам -
Спешить на помощь, собираться на войну.
6
Белее снега белый вальс, кружись, кружись,
Чтоб снегопад подольше не прервался!
Она пришла, чтоб пригласить тебя на жизнь,-
И ты был бел - белее стен, белее вальса.
R
Ты внешне спокоен средь шумного бала,
Но тень за тобою тебя выдавала -
Металась, ломалась, дрожала она в зыбком свете свечей.
И бережно держа, и бешено кружа,
Ты мог бы провести ее по лезвию ножа,-
Не стой же ты руки сложа, сам не свой и ничей!
7
Где б ни был бал - в лицее, в Доме офицеров,
В дворцовой зале, в школе - как тебе везло,-
В России дамы приглашали кавалеров
Во все века на белый вальс, и было все белым-бело.
8
Потупя взоры, не смотря по сторонам,
Через отчаянье, молчанье, тишину
Спешили женщины прийти на помощь нам,-
Их бальный зал - величиной во всю страну.
9
Куда б ни бросило тебя, где б ни исчез,-
Припомни вальс - как был ты бел!- и улыбнешься.
Век будут ждать тебя - и с моря и с небес -
И пригласят на белый вальс, когда вернешься.
R
Ты внешне спокоен средь шумного бала,
Но тень за тобою тебя выдавала -
Металась, ломалась, дрожала она в зыбком свете свечей.
И бережно держа, и бешено кружа,
Ты мог бы провести ее по лезвию ножа,-
Не стой же ты руки сложа, сам не свой и ничей!
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