Из альбома: Russians & Americans
It was a night meeting:
somewhere in a troubled land
They came with no greeting;
left without a shaken hand
Nearby the town sleeping
was unaware of what was done
No need for watchkeeping,
they'll be gone before the sun
You may not see just where the sense is
in the actions of the State
You may not know the consequencses
of their actions till too late
The rival factions still debate
as shadows gather at your gate
It was a night meeting:
independent, prearranged,
to get a signed treaty,
force the government to change
Secret diplomacy without the means to make their policy prevail
Meanwhile the powers that be behind the scenes have guaranteed to see
them fail
You seem beyond the jurisdiction
of the democratic powers
You do not see the contradiction
of the watchmen in the towers,
you turn your back as night devours
the final chance, the final hours
It was a night meeting:
these are men who won't be missed
Their lives were just fleeting:
they don't offically exist