I put on a black suit, Boris Ryzhy.

I put on my Black suit

And take my walking stick

And tapping with that stick

I wander through the town.

Full of beggars, greedy boors,

Psychopaths and blackmailers –

My treasure trove, tap away

Tap, tap, tap.

Tap away, my despair,

Tap away, my sadness.

On my heart, on my temples,

For everything I’m sad for.

For everyone who died

In this stifling dump.

For everyone who didn’t

Give a damn for this life.

Boris Ryzhy, El poeta de la Perestroika