Текст песни Plastika - Мир Великолепен

These people do not care at all ,
After them, the deluge .
And who - sable fur
And someone - a bullet in the forehead.
Happy decide the fate of the country ,
At night, sniffing coke and whiskey guzzle .
They comfortably - around - the walls ,
They - calm , they - comfort .

Life for them - like a sweet dream
The pearls and brocade .
If it be the reason ,
That hire executioners .
They were not sorry servants tip ,
Servants will lick the one who gave ,
And gnaw desperately throat
For precious metals , finished ball.

After all, we are for them , like ashes.
But their world is magnificent .
And it is not a bit ashamed ,
They think we're cattle !