I eat gold bars for lunch
Diamond dessert, butter cream.
My name is Beelzebub, the owner of the stratosphere.
I'm unreal cool, my respect is without measure
I was cruel and angry when I was small
And now I am an ambal, but did not become kinder
Since the last feudal lord has died,
I grew up strong and matured.
Beat the hoof, despicable forging metal,
And nobody quite told me yet
The man thought he saddled me,
But I know who really rules the ball here.
After the rise, the decline, after the leap collapse,
I'm heading for reefs, my captain
Let me introduce myself: your admiral,
Beelzebub Karlovich Capital.
In the left hand are snickers, in the right hand are mars.
My PR manager is Karl Marx.
In the left hand are snickers, in the right hand are mars.
My PR manager is Karl Marx.
Capital.
People used to imagine me differently -
A kind of hot horned macho
Holding a trident in his hand inflated,
On the skewers of sinners turning over.
But even being classic is tempting,
With an outdated image, it's time to finish.
And I whisper in your ear insinuatingly:
"Come on, let's leve it up."
To be richer
'Cause I'm cooler with every amount spent
With each bill paid and no matter what:
Hryvnia, ruble or bunny.
After the rise, the decline, after the leap collapse,
I'm heading for reefs, my captain
Let me introduce myself, your admiral,
Beelzebub Karlovich Capital
In the left hand are snickers, in the right hand are mars.
My PR manager is Karl Marx.
My face is Madonna inside of rotten pears.
Everybody’s on their knees a carcass orchestra
Capital
Lyapis Trubetskoy - Capital (Sub english).avi
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