Vizbor - Brace Up \ Визбор - Спокойно, Дружище (subs by V. Chetin)

Brace up, ol’ chap, don’t despair. Our fortune is sure yet to come, Though grief, like a nightly church spire, Is skewering into your heart. Don’t mix up a cease with decease, man Our daybreaks will blare as before. Your sorrow’s in no way a reason It’s only one more stair of yours. The stairs, underfoot, go on creaking: It’s through - quit it out and forget. The stairs, underfoot, go on creaking, And years are a load up your back. You smoke non-stop in a tizzy,