It’s not those mics called the overheads
And it’s not those crystals that fit into the palm of my hands
No they won’t crack the safe where I piled hundreds of words just for you
Will 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 shed
I like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned

We’ll have to gamble
Conceal our secrets
We’ll have to set aside
Our rusty strings
Lead and metals pointed upon us
Our disclocated concerto
Shine and shine with our groovy frequencies
Shall 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 shed
I like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned

And if it was a perfect love, it wouldn’t be the same tune
Wouldn’t you miss those dirty sounds… untuned ?
Untuned…

The legend of the marvellous
Journeys and heroic deeds
The many adventures
Of Prince Bova

The mighty Bogatyr
Begins with the tale of his insidious mother

Militrisa Kirtiervna
Plotted the death
Of her husband
Tsar Guidon
So she could marry her secret lover Tsar Dadon

But when Dadon threw
Bova into a dungeon
Militrisa’s maternal heart
Was deeply touched

The mighty Bogatyr
And so she helped Bova to escape

His two great powers:
Unparalleled strength
And unearthly beauty
Enabled him
To defeat the forces of evil and find his true love:
Druzhevna Zenzeveyvna

He then married her
And he too became a Tsar
They had a son
Whom they also called Bova

The mighty Bogatyr
Ends with the tale of his handsome boy

Bova the elder
When his son grew up
Returned home
Craving for revenge
He beheaded Dadon and his son was crowned Tsar in his place