(Translation from Russian)
SECRET UZBEK (B.G.)

We held out so long like only could
But hither and thither - utterly forgot the pin-code
And now we glide, not touching the ground
And bang into the wall, although with the birth knew where the entrance

But a hard time of doubts came and went
Hand of glory burned down, and the ashes is scattered, and the blend 
Is poured out. And to the one, who here is holding the oar
Inform that Secret Uzbek already here

Three old women in the basement, wrapped in rags,
But spinning precious thread
Know, like knows the one, who drinks, leaning on a lance
And like know all the ones to whom by nothing and not what for to drink

So trumpet to the whole endless steppe
Through burning a fog and turbid-green slurry
To mining salt and endearingly sowing bread  
Whisper to them that Secret Uzbek already here 

He is not "for", he is not "against", he is busy with other, as Basho
He does not dispose of nobody's fate
Just where he appears, all 
Happens like of itself

So transmit to all those who long been arched by the arc   
That there is no sense in concealing more stupidity and greed and arrogance
And it is senseless to pretend that you're someone else
When Secret Uzbek already here

And even if to us all to lock oneself up in the deaf jail
To burn out airplanes, to disband the trains  
This quite won't prevent him  
To get over from there-where-he-is to us here

And I repeat that this is not a reason to sob and to shout
Everything will remain just such as all is
And the ones, who know in what is affair, know and will be silent
Because Secret Uzbek already here





"The Fire Of Babylon"
Альбом "Archangelsk"
Альбомы Б.Г.
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