Текст песни Виктория Кот - Им пятки лизали

They licked their heels and called them “Great”,
They thought the lord’s temper was happy with the damned liars,
Whose languages cleverly caress politicians
Bright orange and a hunched ass.

Labor and aspirations are difficult for "such" way,
Clearly harder than just loving the body
After all, often deceived by his own rogue
Pays from stinginess twice and without end.

The youth will meet loud cries
Giving honor all night for a gift bow,
It’s a pity I didn’t have time to calculate my final batch
In bright dollars, not in simple rubles.

(2017)

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