From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   Make a bath for me, hostess, a bath for me,   
   I will get warm in it, I’ll get hot.   
   In the bath, by the very edge of it,   
   I will surely extinguish my doubt.   
      
   I’ll get good to the point of indecency,   
   The cold stream - everything’s left behind.   
   And the left chest will get blue infernally   
   With the cult of personality’s pin.   
      
   Make a bath for me, hostess, a bath for me,   
   I’m no longer used to the light.   
   I will get hot, and when I get hot again,   
   The hot steam will untie my tongue.   
      
   How much faith, how much forest, has fallen down,   
   How much, seen of the woe and the loss,   
   On the left chest is profile of Stalin,   
   On the right is my Marina’s face.   
      
   How much time I’m residing in paradise   
   For my endless faith that God may bless -   
   For the life that does not have a light in it   
   I have traded my own foolishness.   
      
   Make a bath for me, hostess, a bath for me,   
   I’m no longer used to the light.   
   I will get hot, and when I get hot again,   
   The hot steam will untie my tongue.   
      
   I remember as in early morning light   
   I asked brother of mine: "Help me please!"   
   And from Siberia to Siberia   
   Handsome guards took me to keep the peace.   
      
   And then either on cliffs or in valley,   
   Having drunk of the water and tears,   
   Close to heart we put needles in profiles   
   That he’d listen to tearing of hearts.   
      
   Make a bath for me, hostess, a bath for me,   
   I’m no longer used to the light.   
   I will get hot, and when I get hot again,   
   The hot steam will untie my tongue.   
      
   Oh he envies the story till dizziness   
   Steam dispelled all the broodings somehow.   
   From the cold fog of the past times   
   They dip into the hot fog of now.   
      
   My thoughts knock on me under head   
   It has happened in vain I see them   
   And I beat with birch branches instead   
   On inheritance of the past time.   
      
   Make a bath for me, hostess, a bath for me,   
   I’m no longer used to the light.   
   I will get hot, and when I get hot again,   
   The hot steam will untie my tongue.   
      
   By Vladimir Vysotsky   
   Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)