They grow like mushrooms after rain
strained smile, there they go
and polish other's asses
and after that they bow long time
they know well that it is worth
they make two or three in little time
Who doesn't want to burn his mouth
Old true is and everyone knows
he has to be quiet or praise
who doesn't understand it, it's his own fault
How many times will i be punched in my teeth
before i will understand, i have no idea
i will never be diplomat
sometimes i'm really in for it
i sell it as i bought it
i don't lie to you and that's why i'm still for it
Who doesn't want to burn his mouth
Old true is and everyone knows
he has to be quiet or praise
who doesn't understand it, it's his own fault
Once God of truth will count it for us
and put our earthly sins
in bag and mix them
- there will be long silence