
(From the lyrics of this fall, in the spirit of Felipe)
1.
It would seem that everything is already yours - the lands, words, rights,
Press, courts, head, stones, water, grass,
And all - from chapter to grass - already like you,
Such.
Gosbred has already led that it was a hundred years,
Combed has already been established, the poet has already surrendered,
The dawn has already been canceled, but you still do not
Peace.
You have already been allowed into the garden, to the capital, in a kalash row,
Slaves substitute the ass, the neighbors look away
There is a parade along the Stonam, the residents smell the stench
Parasha,
Everything that is prohibited has been thrown out for a long time,
Everything that is allowed is in advance,
And everyone doesn’t care, and all this is all the same
Not yours.
Everything has already become the way a fool always wanted.
If you were dark! Around now the twilight.
Wherever the hut is not a hut, a jungle and a bujourak,
Like in volt.
I will give everything to the envious and the enemy,
I will not hide the day, I will not save a word,
But I can't do all this to yours,
Back.
2.
Here you have a woman, wood, bird,
Air, the key to housing.
Where do you enjoy this so,
How did I enjoy?
My world is now bequeathed to you
And, in essence, crippled.
From now on you have something to enjoy
But there is nothing to enjoy.
This is the right thing to say so
Life, wife, country.
These words are not kind - but by the way,
These words are true.
Any army is embarrassed from them
Drunk from victories
Since you can pick up everything
Torture everyone and lift everyone around,
To blame everything and pour everything,
And enjoy - no.