President Batyr of the Vistula River lives,
hard skin is kibol-colt,
remembers miles in the setting field,
while he was squirming with others.
His buddy, large Bu,
he was selling drugs to junkies,
So justice will play with him...
Unless Batyr pardons him.
Charles' name is our Batyrek,
He brought good ones to the Grand Hotel
Ladies to pleasance adequate frivolous.
Did he pay the tax? Jokes... forget it!
The old man could live.
After many years of extortion for nothing.
He liked to sleep for free,
Though he had an flat completely under the side.
As a resident... (No! That's yesterday.
This 1 is the president, on the Jews seated).
As president of veto,
He knows how to smash women with a shovel,
no substance that vetoes destroy
State structure... Again “bad” will come true?
The book “Wetoman” Poles gave,
Seeing that he can take our strength.
He yells that the West is simply a threat...
To him, the East is simply a longing memory?
It's a small shaky on the books,
so it inactive takes under the gum, in doses –
sleeching in secret... It's holding up.
My son's friend.
It's crucial work! – That is why always
I'm close to the president.
Having fun, Charles the President,
He who likes him, praises him.
Too bad Batyr, with specified baggage,
How the kibol destroys the “Poland of My Dreams”.
