It looks like the old Russian song suits to Putin better now
He's people continuously starts to lough about him
Translation:
Old man Kozlodoev is crawling down the roof,
Sneaky as a corncrake.
He's trying to climb through the window,
He's trying to get into bed with some woman.
He used to go out for a walk,
His eyes were empty;
And with a whistle he'd call all the women,
To make love in the bushes.
It was a pastime Kozlodoev loved,
He made love to a dozen at a time.
Kozlodoev was the idol of the people,
And everyone respected him.
And now, now, now the sons of bitches are hiding away
In the windows of separate apartments.
Kozlodoyev is crawling, his pants are wet,
He's old, he wants to go to the toilet.
He's people continuously starts to lough about him
Translation:
Old man Kozlodoev is crawling down the roof,
Sneaky as a corncrake.
He's trying to climb through the window,
He's trying to get into bed with some woman.
He used to go out for a walk,
His eyes were empty;
And with a whistle he'd call all the women,
To make love in the bushes.
It was a pastime Kozlodoev loved,
He made love to a dozen at a time.
Kozlodoev was the idol of the people,
And everyone respected him.
And now, now, now the sons of bitches are hiding away
In the windows of separate apartments.
Kozlodoyev is crawling, his pants are wet,
He's old, he wants to go to the toilet.
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