TUSK

TUSK

Tusk - that's a terrible name:

Like the thunder of the storm, what's in the distance...

So I compose to you friends,

Tusk writes and I think Stalin!

Tusk – to blow is simply a fist inactive ready,

Like a grenade thrown into a cesspool:

Who raises his hand?

He won't be able to shout, “Damn!”

He in the Union is the executioner and the brain,

Because the Union is inactive counting on him:

That he would yet take his wand

And with his eyes he'll kill everyone!

They're gonna cry from a woman's jail,

He's already made you crazy –

It's just the beginning of a vendetta,

Its end is full destruction!

When he slurps a sip of sour soup,

He's got a fresh plan in his head:

"My enemies put in the shit" - I'm sorry.

That's how the MPs will vote!

'Cause the hordes of ready-to-be have assholes,

Go to hell in his name:

Poland has restored to times –

When the name Tusk like Stalin –

It won't be over forever!