Капитал [English translation]

[Verse 1]

My hair — rows of wheat

Planted straight and thick

My veins are full of excellent crude oil

My body is art for the masses

I won't open the lengthy volume

I have no use for such works

When, behind the eyelashes,

at the bottom of the eye-pit, lie

Diamond ore reserves.

Lips and hair, the slope of the nose

Waist, chest, eye-line and beauty mark

Help me solve problems, problems not

for the basic girl.

Values entail substitution

When heroes look like Venus

Leaving the sea foam or

Clio out of her tomb.

This is not just an outer capsule,

Because I was thoroughly saturated,

not by some feminine nonsense,

but by Capital, in its new form.

[Refrain]

A shot of beauty, a hit of hypocrisy

I — am a part of an Empire

Shoot up again, discard the directions,

Jesus has lied: I fact-checked him

I wasn't before and won't tomorrow,

I exist in the now,

Lord, to hell with the candy!

Lord, gift me a wrapper!

[Verse 2]

So that drunken, red-faced devils

will never drag me, poor and torn,

into a basement,

I'm creating my Capital.

So that a devil much better and fatter,

shove his pale hands under my skirt,

so that life could be more civil and simple,

I'm making my Capital,

enduring the beds of strangers

and after, crude men

will open those doors not accessible by

mere labor, my everyday expenditures

will bring return, a new perfume from Chanel

providing a barrier from the odor of decay.