Vladimir Vysotsky - Fastidious Steeds flac album

Vladimir Vysotsky ‎– Fastidious Steeds. Label: Hansol Record Inc. ‎– HSPC-001. A1. Fastidious Steeds. A2. She's Been To Paris.

Golden Best 'Fastious Steeds' ". 33 rpm playing speed made in korea stereo pressing. Side 1 1. Fastidious Steeds 2. She's Been To Paris 3. 07 4. Crystal House 5. Peak Mountaineer 6. Lyrical Song 7. It's Not Evening 8. Cold Weather 9. Moscow-Odessa 10. Variations On Gypsy Themes. Side 2 1. That's Us That Make The Earth Go Round 2. Black Pea-Jackets 3. Yak Fighter Plane 4. Hope 5. Black Gold 6. Ships 8. Song About Migration Of Souls 9. Morning Exercises 10.

2. 6. Here Paws of Fir-Trees Are Shivering.

Donnerstag, 1. November 2018. Vladimir Vysotsky - Selected Songs (Melodija). Until his death, Vladimir Vysotsky was a prophet without honor in his own country; although he wrote more than a thousand highly popular songs, he died without an official record release to his name. The reason for this studied neglect lay in the political tenor of his material. Vladimir Semyonovich Vysotsky was a Russian actor and poet, who wrote biting satire and performed his compositions to a rapt Russian audience. His social and political satire shed much needed light on the ironies and hardships of Soviet life. Walking a fine line between rebellion and conformity, he became immensely popular and died prematurely of alcoholism. Tracklist in English: 1. 2.

But the horses that I've got are fastidious - Had no time to fully live or sing the song. Like a flake, a brutal twister will then sweep me off the palm In the morning, by the sledge, on the snow I'll heave and welter Slow your gallop, oh my horses, - make it peaceful and calm And extend, somewhat, my journey to the last and final shelter

Вдоль обрыва, по-над пропастью, по самому краю. Do not listen to the old tight thong! But the horses that I’ve got are fastidious -. I didn’t live out my life, I won’t finish my song! I’ll allow them to drink, and this verse I will sing, - Just a little bit longer I will stay on the brink!. Like a flake, a brutal twister will then sweep me off the palm, They will drag me on the sled, through the morning, in a welter, Slow your gallop, oh my horses, - make it peaceful and calm!

Белый аист московский на белое небо взлетел;черный аист московский на черную землю спустился.