El poeta de la Perestroika.

Show me, gypsy woman, for a coin or two

tell me what my death will be

Say the gypsy woman: you will die because

People like you cannot live.



Friend and foe will turn against you

You'll be estranged from wife and son

And what will kill you, young man? Guilt will

But cherish it, that guilt of yours.



Guilt towards whom?

Yourself because you live

And she looks into my eyes and smiles -

From the market comes a floating robber's song



And the sky reveals it's glory...

Boris Ryzhy.
(1974 - 2001)