Текст песни Облачный край - Не совалась бы ты, девочка, в политику

Mom - and Dad policies - policies
My daughter - the same rushes into battle
Beloved in vain, in vain dear
You'd better be a
You want blood? You want blood?
You want blood? Rotten ...
Would you like to stand at the helm of the pope
Be the captain of a barge, ship?
Would you like to stand at the helm of the pope
Looking to where the masses
With trepidation you expect from grace?
You tell me about Thatcher, I understand
But it's not your head
Think about it dear, greatly beloved, understand the native
It's not just empty words
You want blood? You want blood?
You want blood?
Would you like to stand at the helm of the pope
Be the captain of a barge, ship?
Would you like to stand at the helm of the pope
Looking to where the masses
With trepidation you expect from grace?