Transnistrian ****

Transnistrian kind of hell:
Forty euros to the *******.
Where else rings that rotten bell,
Where a louse is crowned as triple?!

Louse commands the cops alone —
Planted plenty, proud and loud.
He’s not ruling from the throne —
He fell lower than the ground.




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The "president" is a Nasty Cop

I’ll put on my muzzle and helmet —
Off I go, to defend our top swine.
Orders rule me, I live to obey them,
Every nonsense decree — it is mine.

There's no joy that can match this devotion:
To submit, to obey, to comply.
We’re encircled by foreign commotion —
Local **** can’t just steal on the sly!

And I love all the lies that they’re slinging,
I wear noodles from head to my feet.
I would sell my own soul without blinking —
Just to serve every scumbag I meet.



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The Transnistrian Fascist Regime

A stinking regime where reason had changed —
Just call it the coffin-fund state and be done.
The cop is the master — degraded, deranged —
The people? Squeezed dry, every last one.



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