You are an outdated man,
and you don't have long to go,
if you find it so,
if you are sore about your age,
if you can't stop pitying on you,
if you can't see the beauty of that page...

I never wanted to leave my country for so long, if I left, wanted to come back as soon as possible, if my parents told me when I was a boy, who wanted to play outside all day.

This is life, of course,
you are welcome,
but it's not such a quiet place,
if you want to buy or sell some,
it depends on you,
on others...

I know that man,
who looks at alcohol bottles in a vitrine,
I see him through his back,
as if I was standing in front of him,
I can read the emptiness in his eyes,
the thirst, as if he had been lost for years in the Garagum desert...

If the state jails you,
for saying a word,
which nobody dared yet,
everybody knows it tortures you,
in its cold prison cell,
where there is no heating at all...

It's not a laughing matter, not at all. It might seem so funny, but not, for its prison cells are as hot as hell...

If it doesn't belong to you or your loved ones,
if you look at it from a faraway country,
which is much more developed in comparison,
when an aging narcissist runs an oil-rich land,
who has lost his mind to billions of ill-gotten dollars,
then his hand-picked successor decides to play God...

The government,
hijacked by rotten men,
won’t allow you to say hello, mother,
how're you today, dearest of mine,
the government won’t allow you to say
how're you, sister, dearest of mine...

When I ended up in rainy Bergen
it split me into three
one is the past life of me
one is the present life of me
one is the endless worry
as if an old and replanted tree

Prague

It's Prague, where I live now,
the second city I enjoy after Ashgabat,
which I miss almost every other day,
but here, in the mother of cities,
the historical capital of Bohemia,
I enjoy its relatively warm summers...