Lyrics: George Right
Music: Boris A. Borovoy

Russian Zombies in Ukraine
Bring destruction, death and pain,
Doing all the awful things -
They are beasts, not human beings!
But for every their crime
They will pay, and it's the time.
Choose your targets, time has come -
Clean Ukraine from Russian scum!

Refrain:
Run, Russian, run,
Burn, Russian, burn!
Job will be done,
It’s our turn!
Lie, Russian, lie,
Lie underground,
Die, Russian, die,
It’s our round!

Evil in its purest form
Is the only Russian norm,
Just as long as it exists
Russia is the land of beasts
Bringing slavery and war,
But it should exist no more!
Launch your missiles, time has come -
Clean the world from Russian scum!

Refrain

Run Russian Run

Lyrics, Komposition, Vocals, Mix .... everything by "Borsi" Boris Mikula with help from KI.

https://www.borismikula.at

Why Putin?

Lyrics, Komposition, Vocals, Mix .... everything by "Borsi" Boris Mikula with help from KI.

https://www.borismikula.at

Lyrics:
Oh, Mr. Trump, it's not too late, 
To change your course, to change your fate. 

In the Land of stars and stripes, 
Where dreams take flight, but fears take heights, 
Stood a man with golden hair, 
Promising change, but leading to despair.

Oh, Mr. Trump, won’t you see, 
Your ambition's a storm, not a gentle breeze? 
Stop tearing down what we hold dear, 
Let's build a future without fear.

You talk of greatness, yet sow division, 
Fueling hate with your reckless ambition. 
The Earth cries out as you ignore its plea, 
For you, it's power, not humanity.

Oh, Mr. Trump, won't you heed, 
The cries of those in desperate need? 
Stop rolling back the laws we've set, 
Before it's too late, before we regret.

We need leaders with hearts, not just wealth, 
To guide us through this world's deepest delve. 
So step aside from your throne of greed, 
Let's sow seeds of hope, not hatred's seed.

Oh, Mr. Trump, Mr. Trump

Oh, Mr. Trump, it's not too late, 
To change your course, to change your fate. 
The world doesn't need another hell, 
Let's rise above, let love prevail.

Oh, Mr. Trump, the choice is yours, 
To silence the hate, to close those doors. 
Let's build a future where all can thrive, 
Where compassion and truth will revive.

So let's join hands, let's stand as one, 
For the battles ahead are far from done. 
With love as our guide, we'll light the way, 
Towards a brighter, more hopeful day.

Oh, Mr. Trump, let's make amends, 
For the sake of our world, our fellow friends. 
Together we'll rise, together we'll soar, 
Towards a future worth fighting for.

Mr. Trump it's not too late

Стихи  - Леонид Каганов
Музыка, вокал, аранжировка - suno AI

See Wikipedia - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grandpa_in_his_bunker

Длинный стол и долгий стул,
мрачно люстра светит
человек сидит сутул
в личном туалете,
 
за стекляшкой фальш-окна
фото сада с вишней
и такая тишина,
что порою слышно,
 
как сквозь толщу и гранит
на алтайском луге
тихо яйцами звенит
кто-то из обслуги.

Бункерный дед

IL

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