Mountain Echo

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    In the quiet valley where rocks do not stand in the way of the windstorm
    In such places that no one got there or will get again
    There joyfully lived a happy mountain echo
    It answered the cry of mankind - yes it answered the cry of the man.

    When loneliness comes up to throat as if with a stone
    And moan once suppressed falls into the crevasse in the land
    The echo would take up this cry that comes out of the throat
    Augment manifold and then gently lift up in its hand.

    Perhaps it was people, made drunk on a horrible potion
    In order that no one would hear their stomping and shouts
    Came over to kill, to make soundless the mountain valley
    And they tied the echo and they placed a gag in its mouth.

    All night they continued the bloody and cruel amusement
    And nobody heard but a sound as on it people walked
    In morning they shot in the face the quiescent mountain echo
    And stones just like teardrops burst from the wounded rock.

    By Vladimir Vysotsky
    Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat
     

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