TUSK
Tusk - that's a terrible name:
Like the thunder of the storm, what's in the distance...
So I compose to you friends,
Tusk writes and I think Stalin!
Tusk – to blow is simply a fist inactive ready,
Like a grenade thrown into a cesspool:
Who raises his hand?
He won't be able to shout, “Damn!”
He in the Union is the executioner and the brain,
Because the Union is inactive counting on him:
That he would yet take his wand
And with his eyes he'll kill everyone!
They're gonna cry from a woman's jail,
He's already made you crazy –
It's just the beginning of a vendetta,
Its end is full destruction!
When he slurps a sip of sour soup,
He's got a fresh plan in his head:
"My enemies put in the shit" - I'm sorry.
That's how the MPs will vote!
'Cause the hordes of ready-to-be have assholes,
Go to hell in his name:
Poland has restored to times –
When the name Tusk like Stalin –
It won't be over forever!
