Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Дела

Cases ...
   I was tortured every day,
    everyday.
   Dotla
   Burned songs and poems - rubbish,
    rubbish.
   Whole year
   Once upon a time there was and suddenly took, collected
    and left,
   And so -
   Again I have merry business.
   
Now -
Even though you give a whole evening, give it,
    give,
    Believe me -
    I'll just talk.
    
   From the hands,
   Out of hand, things were bad for me,
    there were cases,
   And suddenly
   Burned up with flames to the ground - not business,
    but ash ...
   Whole year
   Once upon a time there was and suddenly took, collected
    and left,
   And so -
   Such sad things I have.
    
    Now -
    Even though you give a whole evening, give it,
    give,
    Believe me -
    I will not even talk.