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Ludi, loši Vlad Putin

Godine 1952
Rođen je u Lenjingradu
Vladimir Vladimirovič Putin -
Beba Vlad
 
U sovjetskom siromaštvu
Nikada nije poštedeo pacova
Uskoro će svet videti
Kakva je veština iz toga proizašla
 
Ovaj mladi drug je jurio za svojom strašću
Sovjetski 'Džejms Bond' on postaje
Zakleo se da će izbaviti majku Rusiju
Od njih – zapadni ološ
 
Lud, loš Vlad Putin
Krenuo na Zapad da interveniše
Tamo se suočio sa stranim agentima
Lud, loš Vlad Putin
Lov na njih postaje njegova stvar!
Kao kad pozira bez košulje na medvedu
 
Služio je Otadžbini
I uzdigao se kroz činove
Kada su Čečeni pozvali na pobunu
Pozvao je tenkove
 
Tadašnji šef ruske države
Bio je na udaru u svim vestima!
Jeljcin je voleo njegovo mito
Uz picu i piće
 
Pravni pritisak je prouzrokovao njegovu ostavku
Ne plašite se, on mora da bira
Ko će mu sačuvati zadnjicu i voditi naciju?
Ko će mu potpetiti cipele?
 
Lud, loš Vlad Putin
Zavetovao se da ću se brinuti za njega!
I dobio posao izvodeći farsu
Lud, loš Vlad Putin
Nikada nije otišao otkako je ušao
Napravio 'veliku' Rusiju postavši car
 
Ali jednom ga je pohlepa izludela
Njegova neviđena korupcija
Preokrenuta preko zlobe
Začuo se glas koji je otkrio
Kako je uzeo od svog siromaha
Da izgradi svoju zlatnu palatu
 
Dakle, sada vodi šou
Medije i štampu
Porezi potrošeni na one -
Ko će propovedati o njegovom Velikom uspehu
 
Za izdajnike koji se protive -
Da se ​​pridružim ovoj šaradi.
On ima Novichok -
Jedan po jedan će biti prskani.
 
Pevaj mu hvalu ili se suoči sa tužilaštvom
Optužbe koje on može improvizovati
I menjaće zakone i Ustav
Do sopstvene smrti
 
Lud, loš Vlad Putin
Namešta svoje izbore
I palicom tretira primedbe!
Lud, loš Vlad Putin
Vojnici padaju da mu zaštite kožu
Padaju radi njega da se zabavlja
 
Lud, loš Vlad Putin
'Strani agenti' na njega
Razotkriva istinu i pozivanje na prevaru
Lud, loš Vlad Putin
Zaustavite ovog ubicu! Predajte ga!
Svet će goreti dok on ne ode
 

Flourish, Belarus

Flourish, Belarus! My native land, a free land!
Long live and glory to you - as a confession I say!
Long live! Long live! May you always flourish with joy!
Blessed be, my beloved country.
Belarus! Belarus! May you always flourish with joy!
Glory, glory to you forever - My homeland!
 
Flourish, Belarus! Whenever I am - you are with me.
With your tenderness, you have connect our hearts together!
Long live! Long live! I love you by my whole soul,
Free region of period proud ancestors, repenting, holy land.
Belarus! Belarus!I love you by my whole soul,
You are my homeland forever, forever!
 
Flourish, Belarus! Our inheritance and glory.
Oh Motherland, you live in luck from year to year.
Long live! Long live!Flourish, my native country!
Our ancient nation will be on Earth eternally.
Belarus! Belarus! Glory to you, our native land!
Glory, glory to you forever, The Belarusian Nation!
 

Servant for love

A night of struggle
On the boat in the middle of the sea
And while the sky gets whiter
You look to your empty fishing nets
But the voice that calls you
Another sea it will show you
And on the shore of every heart
Your nets you will throw
 
Offer your life, like Mary
At the base of the cross
And you'll be servant of every human
Servant for love
Priest of humanity
 
You were advancing in silence
Amongst the tears and you were hoping
That the seed scattered in front of You
Would fall on the good soil
Now your heart is celebrating
Because your wheat is almost white and ready
it ripened under the sun
You can store it in the granaries
 
Offer your life, like Mary
At the base of the cross
And you'll be servant of every human
Servant for love
Priest of humanity
 

The One Horned Cow

The cow, the cow the one horned cow
The cow the cow the old horned sheep
The cow, the cow the one horned cow
The red speckled cow I know not where to find her
 
My sheep was reared down by the seaside
By Dermot O Dillain from Barra na heena
Twas a son of my father’s brother that put her over the cliff
For the blaggard was short of tobacco
 
I’d rather than a shilling to see my sheep
Coming to my door by morning or night
She would give me milk she would rear me a lamb
She would put a lovely wee jacket on my shoulder
 
I saw her cooked I saw her shared
I wanted a taste but not a morsel would I get
Oh she was nice Oh she was lively
Oh she was nice the old horned sheep
 
If I had inheritance and wealth and honour
I would give a guinea for a few slices
Oh she was nice! Oh she was lively!
Oh she was nice the old horned sheep
 

Mama Elf and Papa Elf

1. Mama elf and papa elf,
elf girl and boy,
elf books, elf table,
king of the elf people.
 
Stout elf, skinny elf,
short elf, tall elf,
the stars are twinkling,
all elves are tramping.
 
2. Red hat, gray socks
all elves own,
then they run around the Christmas tree
holding each other's hands.
 
The sweater is red, the skirt is gray,
oh, how the elf is beautiful,
the stars are twinkling,
all elves are tramping.
 
3. Rice pudding and fermented fish,
candy and a big present
elf children wish for,
and they talk a lot.
 
Stout elf, skinny elf,
short elf, tall elf,
the stars are twinkling,
all elves are tramping.
 

Regiment marches on the road

Regiment marches on the road,
and my boyfriend is among them,
and my boyfriend is recognisable from all,
green, green, green bouquet he has.
 
She gave him white one,
from her happy heart,
let him have it, let him have it,
because his girl gave it to him.
 
She gave him blue one,
truly from her heart,
let him have it, let him have it,
because his girl gave it to him.
 
She gave him red one,
from her loving heart,
let him have it, let him have it,
because his girl gave it to him.
 

Please, do you speak French?

Every day my alarm goes off in the morning,
I go to the bakery first thing.
Dear Madame, give me six bread rolls,
Please, do you speak French?*
 
I was out drinking with colleagues,
I wanted to pay for a round.
My good sir, I'd like the bill please.
Please, do you speak French?
 
I, you, he is, we are, y'all are, they are all happy
That's really important,
Here in Luxembourg.
 
That makes me really upset,
That in my own country,
And soon nowhere else,
I cannot speak my own language!
 
I wanted to spruce up my lounge,
And I was at the shop with all of my items.
I need wallpaper, I said to the shopkeeper.
Please, do you speak French?
 
I, you, he is, we are, y'all are, they are all happy
That's really important,
Here in Luxembourg.
 
That makes me really upset,
That in my own country,
And soon nowhere else,
I cannot speak my own language!
 
I really need to go take a number two,
It wasn't good for me to laugh so much.
I said delicately, where is your toilet here?
Please, do you speak French?
 
Yeah I really need the bathroom.
 
Please, do you speak French?
 
Where is the toilet around here?
 
Please, do you speak French?
 

Come, come with me

Come on, Matthew, set up your tympani.
With you tambourine,
You'll cling ding ding
And Vidala will dance
With Robin.
 
And Gautaru will ring his sonnailles
And jingle his nice little bells,
And Bramarèu
Will dance the antiquaille
With Isabèu.
 
Toneta will make her merry violin
Hum with her nice, little bow
And Guilleumet
Will play his reed
And his tabor pipe very loud.
 
All together we'll go in step
To see the beautiful boy,
To the beautiful boy
We'll offer our dances
And songs..
 

Bannatiran

bannatiran, a pretty bird with the loveliest plume
please drop your plan to fly away from home
and yet you go, where are you heading to
where to, bannatiran
what kind of tree will you be landing on
 
what kind of flow'r do you desire bannatiran
if it exists, for you - i'll search for one
you're like a mirror, that someone can reflect on
cause your inner glow can compare to the moon and sun
 
bannatiran, the tree has bloomed with love
you must leave now
you'll regret it soon, when all is said and done
if it ends in sorrow, then your love is gone
 
bannatiran, bannatiran
bannatiran, don't leave me all alone
bannatiran, bannatiran
bannatiran, don't leave me all alone
 

Monglian Soldier

Under the golden Soyombo,
Their oath is thus sworn.
In the Great General's square,
They march forward in parade.
 
Genghis's descendants, warrior men,
Mongolian soldiers under their leader's Tug Banner.
Guarding the motherland in full alert,
Keeping peace wherever they stand!
 
For the honoured state duties,
With milk spilt on stirrups.
Our border markers' emblems
Are protected by their patrols!
 
Genghis's descendants, warrior men,
Mongolian soldiers under their leader's Tug Banner.
Guarding the motherland in full alert,
Keeping peace wherever they stand!
 
Peacekeeping work they do,
Camaraderies they forge.
Following modern developments,
They all march side by side!
 
Genghis's descendants, warrior men,
Mongolian soldiers under their leader's Tug Banner.
Guarding the motherland in full alert,
Keeping peace wherever they stand!
 
Genghis's descendants, warrior men,
Mongolian soldiers under their leader's Tug Banner.
Guarding the motherland in full alert,
Keeping peace wherever they stand!
 

In December of '81

In december of '81
Messed with the english
3-0 over Liverpool
It went down in history
And in Rio there's no equal
Only Flamengo is world champion
And now your people
Asks for the world again
 
Give-it, Give-it, Give-it, Mengo
Go get 'em, Flamengo!
Give-it, Give-it, Give-it, Mengo
Go get 'em, Flamengo!
 

Hymn of Karlovac's students

The branches of lilac have bloomed
They adorned that night of ours
In the days of youth, in the days of joy,
In the days of the most wonderful dream
 
Do you remember that Court garden
Where you kissed me back then?
In that wonderful May,
In your embrace,
Those we're out most wonderful dreams
 
But nothing last forever in this world,
All of that has passed, everything comes to an end,
People meet, love and part
And in the end, everyone is once again alone
 
But we are the students of Karlovac
Our memories bring us back there
We too meet, love but do not part
And in the end, no one is alone!
 

Song of the Heubergers

On the rough heights of the Heuberg mountain
surrounded tightly with barbed wire
is the camp where the marxists
have been banned to by fascism.
 
Behind barbed wire and bars
the one who defends himself gets shot
instead of bread there is just beating
only hatred gets nourished
 
Human rights have faded
and there is no complaining.
Instead of meat there are only bones
good food would be poison.
 
But once there is an end
not in vain has flown our blood
the proletarian reaches out his hand to one another
and smashes this breed.
 
And freedom will come again -
then take good care, SA-man!
The Red Guard will win,
they will call for the last battle.
 
Red flags will be flown
over this camp then!
Not the SA will have weapons then,
but the workman only!