
I kiss the coalition sign...
I kiss the Coalition stamp,
Because without her I'd be nothing today—
I'm in the magpie committee today,
I was the 1 who threatened Ziobrze with jail time!
For to her the Chief appointed me,
For he knew that Ziobra would fry—
Just like those pancakes.
I was frying in a suburban bar...
Kiss that stamp of fools,
What you and Donald are together,
Are they gonna fuck with us?
When the country becomes a Kraut Land?
Clean as Włodek,
What in Russian came cheeks:
From the German he will receive a prize -
Among them will be Zembaczynski.
So I kiss again with tenderness,
Right in the mediate of that heart,
Which beats the Kraut now,
And before that, it beat for a Russian...
My likeness is companion Vladimir,
What's in Russian was the cheeks.
Junt Donald won't die:
Kiss the Coalition sign!
Because the junta is like a commune,
Like Włodek, who rose from ashes!
Maybe we can do it too.
See the next election!
And then like this Angela—
Which I believe very much today:
Turkish Land Commie
The Kraut will become Chancellor!
