Prom for PRL...
Where did the shame slip?
Or did she fall under the table,
Stepped on the soles of your shoes?
Or in the trash can,
All forgotten waits alone,
Until anyone appreciates her,
She looks at her with a gracious eye...
Prom for PRL...
Among the joyous games and laughter,
A stream of trivial unnecessary words,
A loud toast,
Reconstructed ZOMO uniforms,
The extras wearing them are dangerous faces,
In the glare of flashes,
There are many present who are happy with their eyes...
Once upon a time, the way of health,
In the uniform of the ZOMO, the cruel executioner,
Cold scurvy cell,
With hope, a whispered prayer,
There's champagne pouring through streams today,
Exquisite dishes on a suto set table,
Mutual loud bantering,
Loud laughter till morning...
Once upon a time fighting for honor,
Cruelly trampled on human dignity,
So many honest, dedicated patriots,
By power into the heart of a blow,
Today's foolishness with contempt,
The intertwined bond,
Among the elites they reign indivisibly,
The tiniest shred of shame together, disdaining...
