Lyrics Высоцкий В. - Эх раз, да еще раз...

Speak though you are with me,
Guitar, seven-string guitar!
The whole soul, the whole soul is full of you,
And night, and the night is so lunar!
Yes, oh, again, and again,
Yes, many, many, many times!
In the open field of cornflower-
Long road!
Eh, the heart moans from anguish,
And in the eyes of anxiety!
On the mountain there is an alder,
And under the mountain cherry!
I fell in love with a gypsy girl,
She, she married!
If you are kissed once,
You, probably, will cry out:
Oh, once, yes again!
And then you will get used.
Oh, once again!
Yes, many more, many times!