Our x-mas celebration starts already on May
At that time the pigs have the delicatessen in their mouths, it gets fatter
it grows bigger, it grows stronger
And come the November
and children's singing goes like this: it is no doubt the star of the x-mas
Pig - it takes a bullet in its head
Pig - nice man will slaughter it
Pig - and nice man will drink its blood
Pig - and it brings the X-mas spirit
I looked at the lying boar in the pig sty
With a painful expression, with a swelling stomach
At X-mas I don't remember the pig
Only ham I slobber after
and children's singing goes like this: it is no doubt the star of the x-mas
Pig - it takes a bullet in its head
Pig - nice man will slaughter it
Pig - and nice man will drink its blood
Pig - and it brings the X-mas spirit
X-mas is full of ham, bacon, shank,
fat, neck and, of course, vodka
When the X-mas is over and the night set in
Then is the man what he eats
Pig - it takes a bullet in its head
Pig - nice man will slaughter it
Pig - and nice man will drink its blood
Pig - and it brings the X-mas spirit
Fucking pig