"Elections"
Police, who soar in the clouds
Beggars, who look like police,
Colourless faces of beggars,
And drunk, well-fed ghosts.
A slew of blabbing mouths,
Like countless fish dumped on the beach,
Hands that fight in queues,
Who arranged all this?
What's this riddle? What's this tongue-twister?
Neither sound nor answer is heard.
What's this riddle? What's this tongue-twister?
Who is God and who is Satan?
What's this riddle? What's this tongue-twister?
Neither sound nor answer is heard.
What's this riddle? What's this tongue-twister?
Who is God and who is Satan?
Gluttonous dumb faces,
Countless empty bellies,
Decline of morals, customs defiled,
And authority about to collapse.
Innocently blushing sluts,
Very well-fed saints,
Refurbished alleged virgins,
And hopes, shot down by virgins.
Is this a monastery or a brothel?
Answer me, wordless wise men:
Where the mayor has no head
But fat rolls on his ass.
Is this a monastery or a brothel?
Answer me, wordless wise men:
Where the mayor has no head
But fat rolls on his ass.
Hearts fractured from ruthlessness
By benevolent apostles,
By the men meditating in the National Assembly,
And other crime scenes.
Criminal academics,
Bandit police,
Lecturers who are paid for,
And talk rubbish.
The great guys who took up arms
Light up the night with their deaths,
But the scum of the people, the dregs of the nation,
Plunder and defile the land.
The great guys who took up arms
Light up the night with their deaths,
But the scum of the people, the dregs of the nation,
Plunder and defile the land.
General-like writers,
Generals made by writers,
General-minded ministers,
And other trash of that sort.
Presidential elections,
Unelected presidents,
Endless tired lies.
Who arranged all this?
Who sits at the top, who is our Lord?
No answer, not a sound is heard.
What is real, who is king and God
In this damned, forsaken land?
Is this a monastery or a brothel?
Answer me, wordless wise men:
Where the mayor has no head
But fat rolls on his ass.
Who sits at the top, who is our Lord?
No answer, not a sound is heard.
What is real, who is king and God
In this damned, forsaken land?
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