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The meaning of the lyrics of the song "Forgive me my grievous sins." (Otpustite mne grehi moi tyajkie) the performer of the song "Vladimir Vysotsky"

Forgive my sins,

My grievous ones,

Though I was born by the river

And in a shirt!

Let go of my throat,

My friends...

(Yeah, right, fck you!)

Forgive my sins,

My grievous ones,

Though I was born by the river

And in a shirt!

Let go of my throat,

My friends,

It still needs to drink vodka

And sing its songs

Friends, well, I'll be!

What do you know?

You, like dogs a boar,

Are chasing.

Only at dawn are boars

Very damn fierce,

Worse than the train station punks

And akin to Malyuta.

Let go of my temples,

Rotten ones,

Don't break my arms,

White ones.

Don't press on my throat,

My friends,

You'll have to drag them submissively later

From the pit!

Friends, well, I'll be!

Hands are white,

But, like a boy's,

Sunburnt.

Eh! Here's to you night and the temples

Of your partner.

He didn't have tar or cheap tobacco,

Not even a mosquito net.

That's why he died

All bitten.

That's why the sigh

Was sad.

Don't press on my throat,

We are naked.

Throat froze, throat cramped,

We are dead.

Friends, well, I'll be!

You know this,

You'll dig me up

As marauders.

I know that blizzard of winter,

Very damn fierce!

It's a pity you'll freeze to death.

I'll wrap you in a shroud,

I'll wrap you in a shroud,

I'll wrap you in a shroud.

Отпустите мне грехи

Мои тяжкие

Хоть родился у реки

И в рубашке я!

Отпустите мою глотку

Друзья мои...

(Да че ты, е.ый в рот!)

Отпустите мне грехи

Мои тяжкие

Хоть родился у реки

И в рубашке я!

Отпустите мою глотку

Друзья мои

Ей ещё и выпить водку

И песни спеть свои

Други, — вот тебе на!

Что вы знаете?

Вы, как псы кабана

Загоняете

Только на рассвете кабаны

Очень шибко лютые

Хуже привокзальной шпаны

И сродни с Малютою

Отпустите ж вихры мои

Прелые

Не ломайте руки мои

Белые

Не хлещите вы по горлу

Друзья мои

Вам там потом тащить покорно

Из ямы их!

Други, — вот тебе на!

Руки белые

Но, словно у пацана

Загорелые

Эх! Вот тебе и ночи, и вихры

Вашего напарника

Не имел смолы и махры

Даже накомарника

Вот поэтому и сдох

Весь изжаленный

Вот поэтому и вздох

Был печальный

Не давите вы мне горло

Мы и голеньки

Горло смёрзло, горло спёрло

Мы покойники

Други, — вот тебе на!

Это вы знаете

Мародёрами меня

Раскопаете

Знаю я ту вьюгу зимы

Очень шибко лютую!

Жалко, что промёрзнете вы

В саван вас укутаю

В саван вас укутаю

В саван вас укутаю

The text of Vladimir Vysotsky's "Forgive me my grievous sins" is filled with deep tragedy and permeated with a sense of hopelessness. The lyrical hero, addressing his "friends," begs for mercy ("Forgive me my grievous sins," "Release my throat," "Do not break my hands"), anticipating his own demise.

The image of the hero is contradictory: on the one hand, he acknowledges his sinfulness ("my grievous sins"), but on the other hand, he claims that he was born "in a shirt," that is, under a lucky star. This contrast emphasizes the tragedy of his fate, because despite seeming luck, he finds himself trapped, surrounded by enemies.

The "friends" to whom the hero appeals are actually his pursuers, "hunting him down like a dog hunts a boar." The comparison to "train station rabble" and Malyuta Skuratov, known for his cruelty, paints a picture of ruthless killers.

The motif of cold ("My throat is frozen, my throat is numb," "winter blizzard... fierce") symbolizes not only physical death but also spiritual freezing, the loss of hope. The hero foresees his own death ("That's why I died / All bitten") and even posthumous desecration ("You will dig me up / Like looters").

The final lines "I will wrap you in a shroud" sound like a curse addressed to the murderers. The hero's death is seen not as an end, but as the beginning of retribution that will befall his pursuers.

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