Капитал [Kapital] [English translation]

For lunch I eat gold bars,

A diamond dessert, petroleum cream

I'm called Beelzebub, master of the stratosphere

I'm unbelievably cool, my respect is beyond measure

Chorus:

In my left hand a "Snickers", in my right hand a "Mars"

My PR manager is Karl Marx

In my left hand a "Snickers", in my right hand a "Mars"

My PR manager is Karl Marx

Capital! Capital! Capital! Capital!

I eat cities, wash them down with seas

My beard blots out the sky

Thunder and lightning, fog and rain

Ministers and leaders lay at my feet

Chorus

In my left hand a "Snickers", in my right hand a "Mars"

My PR manager is Karl Marx

My face is Madonna, inside is a bad apple*

Everyone on your knees! Orchestra, flourish!

Capital! Capital! Capital! Capital!