Ballad of Fighting, Vysotski, Баллада о Борьбе Высоцкий (subs by V. Chetin)

BALLAD OF FIGHTING 1 Alongside of night prayers by flickering candles, Among trophies of war and among peaceful camps, There lived bookish kids, unaware of battles, Giving way to despair out of trifling mishaps. Flocked in gangs, always vexed with the status in life, Not till scrapes but till deadly insults did we fight. Nonetheless, mothers patched up our garments on time, Whereas we swallowed books, getting drunk on the line. 2 Sweaty forelocks adhered to p