Тайный узбек [Tajnyj uzbek] [English translation]

We were withstanding as long as we could.

But one way or another we completely forgot PIN code.

And now we go without touching the ground,

And we strike ourselves about the wall,

Although from the birth we know where the entrance is.

But the difficult time of doubt has come and gone.

Glory's hand is burned down, its ash is dispelled

and the mixture is poured.

And to the person here who holds the oar

Pass him that the Secret Uzbek is already here.

Three old women in a basement, wrapped in rags,

But they are spinning the precious thread,

Knowing it alike someone who drinks, leaning on spear,

And alike all those who have no reason and organ to drink.

So trumpet about it across all the infinite steppe

Through the burning fog and muddy green slurry,

To those who mine coal and gently plant the corn,

Whisper to them that the Secret Uzbek is already here!

He isn't "For" or "Against", he's busy with the Moon

like Basho.

He doesn't define anybody's destiny,

But where he just appears

Everything occurs as if it did by itself.

So pass all those who were long time curved as an arc

No point anymore to hide your greed, disgusting

and arrogance!

It's useless

To pretend that you are somebody else,

When the Secret Uzbek is already here.

And even if we all will lock ourselves in a dead jail

Will burn down the aircrafts, disband the trains.

It won't prevent him anyway

To move from where he is, to us here.

I repeat again it isn't a reason to cry and scream.

Everything will remain exactly the same as is.

And those who know what's up,

They know it and will be silent,

Because the Secret Uzbek is already here.