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Vote, shout, what I win, just tell me
hello politicians, your mother is a
At 36, it has gotten worse over the years
And the people's fire continues to smolder
They didn't eat, and the years go by
Generations change, they remain the same
I don't know where this labyrinth ends
But I know that the people know how to make it last
We filled Syrian Arabs and we
A tear is hiding in the eyes of the relatives again
I can't stand by and watch these people
Those who are building Bulgaria accept this disgrace
My grandparents, my brothers and sisters
Think about them in the elections
Don't give our Motherland to the casserole
To people from America, Turkey and Russia
A generation is growing up illiterate and cursed
They don't know who Levski is, but they know who Nicoleta is
With gas to the pedal, they break someone's destiny
And again they get rid of the justice system
It hurts me because of what I see every day
Every second one has his head down and is broken
the hope the spark who will light it
as there are only gender pedals around
Another man throws himself in front of the train out of desperation
For some people this is the only salvation
The smart ones left, we remained the brave ones
To defend our homeland to the limit
I'm sick of it every year it gets worse
I'm sick of seeing sadness, I'm sick of it
We don't deserve this as a people, understand
Hey bastards, your mother is fing