Affair of master Бо (BG)
She opens the window,
Under the snow is not visible roofs.
She says, "Do you remember you thought
That snow is composed of molecules?"
Dragon landed on the field –
Late to consider that you sleep,
Though sleep was peculiar to this century.
But time of doubts has passed, already bulrush is moved apart;
Is favorable a ford across the great river.
And the water continues to flow
Under Pont Mirabeau
But what us from that?
It is
Affair of master Бо.
You have big friends,
They will shoot a film with you.
You lie in your bathtub
As the average between Marat and Archimedes.
They ring into your door – however come in a window,
And someone stranger strives after them after...
They will eat up your flesh like bread,
And will drink up blood like wine;
And after taking three roubles for a taxi,
They'll depart to new victories;
And the water continues to flow
Under Pont Mirabeau
But what us from that –
It's affair of master Бо.
And here Christmas again
Caught you by surprise.
And love for you – a foreign language,
And in the air the smell of gas.
A natural shock,
This is from nerves subsides moss;
And question: "Why we not lived so at once?"
Begins an epoch of international jazz;
And the water continues to flow
Under Pont Mirabeau;
Now you learned
That you've always been a master Бо;
Love – this is the business of master Бо...
She opens the window,
Under the snow is not visible roofs.
She says, "Do you remember you thought
That snow is composed of molecules?"
Dragon landed on the field –
Late to consider that you sleep,
Though sleep was peculiar to this century.
But time of doubts has passed, already bulrush is moved apart;
Is favorable a ford across the great river.
And the water continues to flow
Under Pont Mirabeau
But what us from that?
It is
Affair of master Бо.
You have big friends,
They will shoot a film with you.
You lie in your bathtub
As the average between Marat and Archimedes.
They ring into your door – however come in a window,
And someone stranger strives after them after...
They will eat up your flesh like bread,
And will drink up blood like wine;
And after taking three roubles for a taxi,
They'll depart to new victories;
And the water continues to flow
Under Pont Mirabeau
But what us from that –
It's affair of master Бо.
And here Christmas again
Caught you by surprise.
And love for you – a foreign language,
And in the air the smell of gas.
A natural shock,
This is from nerves subsides moss;
And question: "Why we not lived so at once?"
Begins an epoch of international jazz;
And the water continues to flow
Under Pont Mirabeau;
Now you learned
That you've always been a master Бо;
Love – this is the business of master Бо...