Nothing shows up in the buttermilk
No problem, but no change
A boredom haunts me strongly
It seems that there is no escape
Unemployment is still strong
And the bread is getting smaller, it seems
Stretch out your hand at the traffic lights
Gasoline is still a luxury, sisters (is it?)
So I am
I look at the calendar
I think it's in vain
I drink another glass
I also have a smoke
I pour more vodka
And I keep counting
I promise it to you
I promise it to you!
Don't beat your head to get out of the problem
Even if others put it in a dilemma
No- no one cares, it seems
What do you eat from a salary, sisters
Or if you are looking for money, boy
Like others sit and eat croquettes
Parliamentarians fight for you
To tax your earnings well
Is there a problem?
Up to the neck!
Is there a problem?
Up to the neck!
Is there a problem?
Up to my neck!
Up to my neck!
Up to my neck!
So I sit
I look at the calendar
I think it's in vain
I drink another glass
I smoke one more
I pour more vodka
And I keep counting
To your throat to prop it
To your throat I prophesy!
So I sit
I look at the calendar
I think it's in vain
I drink another glass
I also smoke
Vodka I put it on
And I'm still counting
To your throat
To your throat!
Is there a problem?

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