I walk on past the shops,
I walk on,
and I walk on under grey clouds,
and stormy skies,
I walk on keeping an eye on the time,
I put my umbrella up,
and I do not stop,
I do not stop,
I head for the bus stop,
I see Georgi,
I see Georgi Markov,
I see Georgi Markov,
and I stab his leg,
with the umbrella,
I stab his leg,
and I leave him with a mark,
that will never be forgot,
never be forgot,
a victim of an age,
a victim of the cold war,
and what has changed,
not a lot,
not a lot,
Novochok,
Novochok,
assassinations in a cold war,
that humanity,
and the history of time has not forgot.