It’s not those mics called the overheadsAnd it’s not those crystals that fit into the palm of my handsNo they won’t crack the safe where I piled hundreds of words just for youWill you try to keep me even if I never break the silence ?

You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shedI like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned
We’ll have to gambleConceal our secretsWe’ll have to set asideOur rusty stringsLead and metals pointed upon usOur disclocated concertoShine and shine with our groovy frequenciesShall we try to keep on even if we’re never in tune ?
You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shedI like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned
And if it was a perfect love, it wouldn’t be the same tuneWouldn’t you miss those dirty sounds… untuned ?Untuned…

The legend of the marvellousJourneys and heroic deedsThe many adventuresOf Prince Bova
The mighty BogatyrBegins with the tale of his insidious mother
Militrisa KirtiervnaPlotted the deathOf her husbandTsar GuidonSo she could marry her secret lover Tsar Dadon

But when Dadon threwBova into a dungeonMilitrisa’s maternal heartWas deeply touched
The mighty BogatyrAnd so she helped Bova to escape
His two great powers:Unparalleled strengthAnd unearthly beautyEnabled himTo defeat the forces of evil and find his true love:Druzhevna Zenzeveyvna
He then married herAnd he too became a TsarThey had a sonWhom they also called Bova
The mighty BogatyrEnds with the tale of his handsome boy
Bova the elderWhen his son grew upReturned homeCraving for revengeHe beheaded Dadon and his son was crowned Tsar in his place