Текст песни the Chemodan - Кандидат

This is the candidate! Everybody votes "For!"
Everyone looks at him, he is on everyone's lips.
It's not about styling or hair.
This is the candidate! Look into his eyes.

This is the candidate! Everybody votes "For!"
Everyone looks at him, he is on everyone's lips.
It's not about styling or hair.
This is the candidate! Look into his eyes.
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Give me this bullshit here.
Louis is holding a shirt, but he is not a shirt holder.
There is a coalition that writes in blood on paper.
Pale faces, but black and black magic.

Here voodoo dolls endured a lot,
And the rats in the cages with the grin of a bulldog.
You will be shocked to stand on the doorstep.
Why are mushrooms boiling in orange juice in a cauldron?
What for?

Here sonatas sound from Madliba,
For which they would have been burned in the 17th century.
Cheki cha, I'll blow it up and become free rap.
And Harry Potter will scatter into 12 harvests.

We conjure over the drawings diligently.
Presidents on demand, like Frankenstein.
A bit of the Dalai Lama, a bit from Mavrodi.
Plus the head and tentacles of Volodya's octopus.

Bat wings and hooves on the leg.
A look that only rare species have.
Embedded in the chest is a mandate on and under the flesh.
This is the candidate from the one hell!

This is the candidate! Everybody votes "For!"
Everyone looks at him, he is on everyone's lips.
It's not about styling or hair.
This is the candidate! Look into his eyes.

This is the candidate! Everybody votes "For!"
Everyone looks at him, he is on everyone's lips.
It's not about styling or hair.
This is the candidate! Look into his eyes.

What!
It's Dirty Louis!
Vote not vote.
You still get what?
You still get what?
You still get what?
You still get what?
You will still get the bill.
You will still get the bill.
Vote not vote.
Dirty Louis!