Lately, I’ve rediscovered Splean for myself. I can’t listen to the old stuff anymore, it’s worn out to holes. How much Vasiliev managed to write in 26 years. Sixteen albums. And lately, a lot of good stuff. “Behind Seven Seals”, “Run, My Life”, “Djinn”, “Hot Air Balloon”, “Anthem”, “Magic Violin”, “Warmth of the Home”, “Temple”, and, here, something relevant about Harry Potter.
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Harry, I bid farewell to you with this,
As one poet to another, how shall I say,
Allow me to finish with just one verse
Before saying Adieu.
Yesterday the king walked all cool and proud
And a boy said: “But the king is naked”,
They immediately broke the boy’s head off his legs
And pinned a charge on him.
Now he doesn’t drink lemonade from bottles,
Now he sits either in Kresty or in Butyrka,
Sometimes he furrows his brows, sometimes he scratches his back head,
But doesn’t understand why.
