Семь месяцев бесконечности

О, old and kind the northern England!
You keep traditions very well
And this traditions steady smell
Feal everybody of your children
And it doesn't matter where they are
In countryside or in big cities,
From east end's cockney to prince Charlie
All are crew members of «Great Britain»
Traditional food, traditional clothing
Traditional buildings heavy style
All not traditional it means nothing
For real British most of time
Why I speak lot about traditions
It should be dangerous for me!
Don't worry I have got permission
From expeditions vis a vis…
My home is my fortress — that's tradition,
You can it quickly understand,
Just after looking on Geoff's tent,
Especially in hard conditions
It looks like fortress! One door closed
Another open, anyway
You can be sure — you will frozen,
If you try enter on this way
Like tunnel under English Channel
Long tube with snow on the walls
I have always here spare shower
When I go out for «Protocol»…
And what's inside?! — United Kingdom!
With eyes blue like sky in spring
They open early like the windows
For looking after everything
That everything would be in order,
That everything would be on place,
They make me smaller, thinner, shorter,
When they look strict on my face…
To whom belong these magic eyes?!
Believe me, they belong to Geoff,
Inside of them is melting ice,
When they see russian bread and jam!
What's more inside?! One more tradition!
Is everything here dry and clean
As sun are shining bowls and dishes
And stove looks like a limousine
Geoff doesn't like if it's too much attention
But he is ready to explain
All things connect with navigation,
And why the «Argos» is wrong again
That's Geoff! His team is well in pulling
Doesn't matter that it's smallest one,
Because in front is nicest Thule,
Because in back is strong Rodan!
I know — usual the British,
They don't have birthdays holiday
Today I break this bad tradition,
And say to Geoff: «Happy birthday!»
I hope that trip will be not last one
I hope he saves strength in his legs
I hope that he'll find his passport
On «UAP» in «KEELTY» bag!
I want continue my wishes
But time's coming to go to bed
That is one more not good Tradition
It's all the same! «Good night, my friend!»