The butchers ’ve drunk seas of beer,
The butchers ‘ve gobbled up piles of fat,
The butchers ‘ve fucked the whole city.
And it’s not enough for them, it’s not enough for them.
And when, and when a storm is approaching,
They are looking for a better place to put their chairs
In order to watch the Antarctic tornado
Screwing our hands and ripping out our loins.
So,
Undress!
Go out naked.
Then I will suppress my jealousy
If it’s necessary for this cause.
Undress!
Hey!
Let them get surprised,
Let them pretend they can’t see you
But there’s no way they’ll forget this.
Your body will fill their minds.
Undress!
We started with vodka in the morning,
We ended up coming in our bed at night.
And it’s hard, it’s hard to hide in the shadows
And be silent and wise.
Bony children of the deserts
Knock on the doors and beg for leftovers.
Our country is dying like an ancient pangolin
With a new virus in its cells.
So,
Undress!
Go out naked.
Then I will suppress my jealousy
If it’s necessary for this cause.
Undress!
Hey!
Be sober in an offensive way.
They love drunks and psychos.
There’s something worth taking pity on them.
Your body will fill their minds.
Undress!
They love striptease,
They will get their striptease.
They love striptease,
They will get their striptease.