Marianna [English translation]

At Marianne's (there are) nuts with honey

At Marianne's (there is) a champagne with ice

At Marianne's (there is) a bloody langouste

Marianne has trained lips

(She has) fancy underwear, eclair-golden panties

She incites boys, but she's bored

But, fortunately, in her castle

Amongst old armours, Azef's letters

A romantic in police aura

Aunt Idalia Antyk keeps guard

She will give her everything, she knows what a child needs

Quickly she forces her into the romance of barricades

Oh, how great! Oh, such a row!

One can laugh, one can also cry

To quickly forget about the pimples on buttocks

To have straight legs instead of crooked ones

So many stimulants and new gadgets

Executioner, victim Che Guevara

And aunt Idalia's stirring hemlock

She's taking poisoned spears, little Red Star,

Tsar's portrait off the wall

She's sending (it) to Marianne in small trunk

After all, the child chokes on spleen, let her have some fun

Let her gambol, Nike of the barricades

At Marianne's (there are) Mao's books

Hammer and sickle, trident with an arrow

A shelf full of batyushka's* works

Agitator's notepads

And during breaks from these readings she already knows how to have fun

She runs to where there's a clamour of barricades

And aunt Idalia's feeding the chickens

She's not into brutal methods

For napping there's cherry blossom smelling on the porch

Soon the modern community will appear in her dreams

The army of barricades, in close formation, will help her do the dirty work soon

Wet dreams at night because of Marianne

Fortunately there's a revolution going on

Rubbish bins are burning, the police's scattering

What the fuck about this billystick?

Take a pen, in the proclamation describe a flic who is

Raping maidens from the barricades

And aunt Idalia's having dinner

Praxedes got one hundred lashes on bare ass

Matthew was deportated to Siberia, Hryciek went to jail

The gardens, chinchillas coats, rouged cheeks

A crucifix, in harmony with it, there's a photo on chest of drawers

A wild maiden, Nike of the barricades

Oh, Marianne take off the dress

You will be 30 year-old tomorrow

Come with us, we'll rent a chalet

We will bite off the neck (of a bottle), we will make a party

And we'll show, because we know these problems,

What results from the fire of barricades

Aunt Idalia can't get us

We will make a fool of aunt Idalia

We'll smuggle the car* without laissez-passer

We will fill petrol tank with the tiger* and we hit the road

In the sun's twinklings, we will leave the world behind

And the panic of the era of barricades

The mug of a flic, the army in jeeps

Politics, class and caucus

Mass meetings in shouts, a party, a syndicate

Dialectics

And generally everything,

What forbids us from lying in the sun

Having our hands on girls' breasts

And looking to the cumulus type of clouds in white colour

On the other hand the sky looks blue in comparison to it

• Artist:Kult
• Album:Tata 2