Начальник фарфоровой башни [Nachal'nik Farforovoy Bashni] [English translation]

The chieftain of porcelain tower

Induces gunpowder calm.

His harvesters morbidly cower,

And hungrily sound the drum.

But he is a nocturnal romantic,

His clock on extendible belt,

Keeps trying for treason subordinate wisdom,

To me his observers are sent.

But how’s this deal in my favor?

I’m joyous from odor of fish.

The coolness of river I savor,

And temple of bark is my wish.

By such recognition I’m humbled,

And glad - in the distant of lands

Approximate warrior stumbles

Sub-conscious of mine in his hands.

By such recognition I’m humbled,

And glad - in the distant of lands

Approximate warrior stumbles

A bottle of Port in his hands.