Смерть буржуя

You fat bastard, do not miss his.
You are all called & quot; Bourgeois. & Quot;
You stole, stole the children,
That's what I'll tell.
You - the oligarch, the powerful,
Now so called thieves.
You - CIMMYT, kopish & quot; grandmother & quot; their
And hide from the tough boys.

Chorus:
Give it! Money!
Give us the money!
You! Bourgeois! Dekulakize time!

Hey, deputy! You got all
And I think that conscience is clear.
But we know everything, everything about the dark deeds.
We know that is rich in purpose.
You road your head,
For it will not give a penny.
Know - impoverished people will revolt
In the country, ruled by & quot; Family & quot ;.

Chorus.

It will thrill and & quot; heel & quot ;, soul
Haha your whole steepness,
When your temple in the crosshairs
He sees evil killer in the bushes.
Look into the eyes of hungry children,
You'll be able to see them in their sin.
By the side of you, and your capital
We subtract and divide at all.
Chorus.