When you see little girls passing by making you sick,
When you see so many tits and so many bare thighs,
And when you find that the cock stays forever soft,
That he sleeps in his arms and doesn't want to get up,
When I used to know her so stupidly,
And even brazen and eternally insatiable,
I bitterly wonder why he still calls her cock?
When today it only serves for peeing?
And even when he pees, does he pee on your feet?
Instead of calling him a dick, call him a urinal!
Call it gumilastic or even a specific toilet,
Yes for his old fame and great fame,
Stop calling him a dick for anything in the world!
Că numele de pulă legat e de futai,
Why is it called a cock, when the procession passes,
Thousands of pussies on the street, to do niznai?
You better cut it and give it to cats.
Once upon a time, when he saw a skirt, he would get up on his stomach
And he rose a meter, as short as he could,
That today instead of the belly is pulled towards the legs,
That you've got her to fuck you now,
When your heart and eyes crave and you want to be,
She's asleep, not even her open breasts
Not even the pieces jump under the rustle of silk
Well, don't you fuck Christ and his Assumption?
That is why in memory of the great victories
And honoring the glorious past
I find it a futile, terrible insult,
That this dry, fig-shaped remnant,
Which has become a poor useless mess,
This wretch of whom you weep for pity,
This shit, this cannula stump,
To still bear the imperial title ... of Pula.
When spring wakes up the city, and the eaves flow the village.
When you feel that sin is feeding you, listen to your cock.
If the little girl is silent in her arms, she leaves her to lie on her side,
It means that the lady who walks lazily on the street is a cow.
