Guys, I am not kidding you one bit,
But what an unexplained paradox?
Someone is going to be chosen for a Roman Pope,
And someone gets locked up in tiny box!

All the cool places in a world are quickly taken.
They were hoping to wait to see results.
And meanwhile in the entire glorious Italy
No one was found to become a Pope!

Too bad, I was caught and was locked up too fast,
I’d drink a shot of vodka and go to Vatican.

The priests and their people are bewildered,
So slow makes decisions Vatican.
We harried up and sent them yet another Pope,
One of us, one of Poliaks, one of Slavs!

I’m in my jail cell. I’m from Narofominsk!
When you destroyed my life, did you know
That I could be, should be a Roman Pope,
And then I’d make you, obviously, Queen!

Too bad, I was caught and was locked up too fast,
I’d drink a shot of vodka and go to Vatican.

With power, with crown, or with money,
Us destiny, like kittens, throws around.
But how could we miss the throne of Turkish Shah?
We’ll never be forgiven by our sons.

Their shah had no skill to rule his folk,
It’s perfect moment to replace him, boys!
With whom? Every other guy in our Turkmenia
Is called Aya-Tala, or even Hominid.

All my life I kick the gate with horns, like a beast.
I rather take Koran, and go to Teheran.

In Europe, in America, in Asia
One leader’s fallen ill, another’s almost dead.
We missed already one neat post in Peace Holding,
Even though it’s filled with our former folk.

 
 
 
 

 
 

Our heroes look like real mighty knights,
They swim along our Volga river and Cama.
My roommate in a jail cell, Akhmed Halilov,
He’s better than Mayo, can’t even compare!

 
 
 
 

It’s hard sometimes to carry our armor,
But each of us has muscle and strong legs.
We raised, I swear without extra modesty,
An heir of Anahis among us!

Make sure you notice who is gone before his time!
Don’t let Anasis’s wife, Dzaki, to slip away!
I will be sweet and brave with any heiress,
Just give me back my freedom, fellows.