Текст песни missis Garrison - патриарх Кирил

The twenty-eighth of January,
Two thousand nine year,
With screens and newspapers are full of
The Sanhedrin or synod
And who is all in gold?
His I immediately fell in love,
Looks like Moscow and All Russia
Metropolitan Kirill

He would shit on my face,
I'd hand rubbing,
He would have kicked me in the side,
And I would have grunted and squealed.
He used methodically tearing

From my ass hairs
Then for the dick to be averted barn
And he held it in a vise.

He lustfully be scratched
His gray beard,
And I would have endured it all,
And in the ass nose and dick in your mouth.
I did used so that it is me
Stronger God used to love.
We used a couple of fucking steel -
I and Patriarch Kirill.