Высоцкий - Про вепря. Sharpshooter and the beast


In a kingdom where everything’s quiet
With no war, no cataclysm, or no storms,
A wild beast emerged who had as a diet
Human flesh in any shapes, any forms.

Stomachache and asthma sickened the ruler.
Just his cough could scare people to death.
And meanwhile a fiend according to rumor
Was about to commit a bloodbath.

Right away the king announced proclamation
That the monster we would have to defeat.
If a hero can stop this predation,
A princess he’ll marry as royal treat.

In that troubled and desperate nation
Right across of common straightforward roads
A sharpshooter lived in abomination,
The one who breaks communities’ codes.

Folks and whores lied on a floor in his mansion.
In abundance they drank liqueurs with mead.
Troubadours read there decrees as mentioned,
Took the shooter upon handling the writ.

After clearing his throat monarch uttered:
Moral values I won’t tell you to learn.
But I’m sure that you gonna be flattered.
And I know that the princess you yearn.

And the shooter then replied: please, don’t bother,
Have not doubts that a beast will be dead.
Even though you are a very good father,
With your daughter I don’t want to be wed.

But the king insisted: no more discussion.
Otherwise, you will be certainly jailed.
He replied that even with repercussions
I would have to be eventually bailed.

They engaged in a dispute long and loud
While the monster killed most women and chicks.
In conclusion king at last disavowed
Own order after days, after weeks.

Still a princess sits alone in a palace.
Evil’s killed and life’s again back in peace.
That’s a story how king was embarrassed,
How literally stayed on his knees.