I am the Golden Ring Boy.
I came to return your apples to the orchard.
I've sold my soul for love-- now it's back.
There's not enough words in Russian
To talk about you and to talk about me.
Hey hey hey hey
See you on the other side.
I've read it in Cosmo, and
I've read it in the Book of Zohar.
My left foot is Hyperborea,
my right one they call Zakhar.
The times, they have changed,
The Fire Sign vanished in fire;
Hey hey hey hey
See you on the other side.
The future's so bright,
pupils must stay in the shade.
You'll be crucified in the Hermitage basements,
Me, as usual, on Rue Saint Denis.
Armageddon.com!
Face the monitor like you'd face the wall.
Hey hey hey hey
See you on the other side.
It's a throwaway, sure, but it's also quite indicative of Boris's approach to lyric writing as of late: Western references galore ("the future's so bright" is a direct quote from Timbuk3), a nod to the Internet (Armageddon.com), and funny rhymes (the Book of Zohar is a major Kabbalistic text; Zakhar is an embarrassing country-bumpkin name, equivalent to, say, Cletus).