Unknown Artist — Novial

Dropped in For a while Like a stranger - and lost it. Let's sit in silence, As if stupefied, Since our dialects; Volapük , Novial* Hermeneutics** Won't ever decipher My postulate; Not Anteros was myopic Demiurge was overrated*** Here snow is shrouding tank treads Stop groaning, everyone feels so nauseous In ephemeral attempt to make use of this commotion We got stuck at the same place, treadmill belt You want to talk about my sins My elderly falseness Remember those times I was a hero of Mayakovsky thundering the earth "with the might of my voice Just passing by good-looking 22-yrs old"**** But I will merely remain "the one who lost it" Though it is our last time, it's alright, I swear, I'm not a new Procrustes***** I'll be if you like either irreproachably mild Not a man but a cloud in trousers. And when the war is over. And when everything is over. You'll order coffee and cheesecake. There's no place for pretense, There's no longer any place Drop in on anniversary of our death *Volapük and Novial are two constructed languages that failed to gain popularity and therefore remained unintelligible By stating that our dialects are Volapuk and Novial, I’m referring to inability to find a common language **Hermeneutics is the science of interpretation ***Anteros is the god of ‘returned love’, Demiurge is a being responsible for the creation of the universe according to Platonic philosophy ****The direct quote from A Cloud in Trousers: У меня в душе ни одного седого волоса, и старческой нежности нет в ней! Мир огромив мощью голоса, иду – красивый, двадцатидвухлетний. *****Procrustean is used to describe situations where different lengths or sizes or properties are fitted to an arbitrary standard.