let me -my people- go. - всё дело в цене за билет

слова и музыка В. Высоцкого
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hlRgQ_uFc_A

not for the first time I am on an air trip -
and yet again the plane is not released.
now, dressed in blue, the stewardess, like a princess, walked dignified,
as firmly safe, as the whole civil fleet.

there are no clouds, no storms above Tambov,
just say - you can right now fly to Norilsk,
what's on the record: Kiev, Kharkiv, Chisinau,
and also Lviv, - but there I do not need.

they said. "it's no hope for today,
it is not worth to trust the heaven's will."
and once anew Odessa is announced passes delayd, -
** the path is frozen up and looks like cheese

and there is a thaw in Peterhof,
so, why would not I rather fly to Peter?
there is no questions of Tbilisi - it's all clear and warm,
there tea is growing - but there I do not need.

I hear, Rostovites are departing!
while indispensably I need to Odessa,
but socked in for three days is where I'm aspiring,
and that's why plane repeatedly is shelved.

I want to where snow piles are high,
where snowfall is coming up at morning.
and somewhere all is clear and in light,
it's nice up there - but there I do not need.

from here - it's not let out, and there - it's not let in,
this is unjust uneasily, but see, -
we are invited flatly to on-board by a hostess,
which looks like just a whole civil fleet.

they opened the very afar spot,
where even for reward man wouldn't be tweedled.
they opened the shut off port, Vladivostok,
Paris is open, but there I do not need.

we'll unstick - it will clear up. and then the bans'll be down
the liner strained, it's turbines' rage is heard.
but now I do not believe in anything, - I'll be denied,
they'll find for that an infinite set of causes.

I want to where fog and windstorm are,
where snowfall is coming up for morrow.
are on the record: London, Delhi, Magadan,
all what on map, but there I do not need.

I'm right, - for laugh through eye-drops, but again flight is postponed,
and we are led back reverse to what had been,
by streamlined, like an air-jet, such a local beauty miss, the hostess,
available, like a whole civil fleet.

and once again the holdup till unknown,
and citizens go back to sleep obedient.
I had enough of that, damn hang it all,
I wing to where mine will be accepted.

#В_С_В    #a_ex

** whatta hell damn it.
какой вариант нормального перевода ни пытаюсь - не отображается. а ведь норм переведено, по тексту, смыслу. в терминах даже, и в рифму, высший пилотаж, можно сказать. и всё цензурно-литературно. чё за глюки прям. здеьс впечатана замена, на которую роботы не реагируют. вроде бы