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[Skit: Zhenya Murodshoeva as Kira]
Why am I even calling you? Fuck... I already know you're not home. I go outside – all that anyone’s talking about is how you’re involved in a plot against the mayor. I’ve called everyone – no one knows where you are, I come looking for you – the door’s wide open, but at least I got the manuscript. Please call me as soon as you hear this message

[Verse 1]
What can I say, I see somebody made a misstep
You disappointed me, you were sicced on me
The mountain’s in full view under us, above it – smog and smoke
Want some wine? I’ve got a perfectly fine vineyard
Don’t be so scared though. I’m not a beast
I even flipped through the folio you published
Bravo, encore
You’d be better off composing, amusing, writing, nature, pastorals
All right, don’t be so mad, my guys went a little overboard
They shouldn’t have dragged you off to the gallows
But why won’t you settle, you scoundrel? Relax, have fun, don’t be scared
And people like you only see the negatives in the picture
But I care about the citizens, like each one of them is my only son
I know my enemies say that I’m scared of many
That I’m supposedly covering the city like a cephalopod mollusk
Let’s say I am, but what’ll happen if I leave?
The neighboring cities die off when they get rid of their despots
In comparison, here

[Chorus]
Mountain air, sport and healthcare, a resort, a gaming house, a trading yard, food courts
Welcome to Gorgorod
Comfortable resting standard, golf, an aquadrome and curling
Welcome to Gorgorod
The handball world record, a racetrack and cathedrals, bowling
Welcome to Gorgorod
My people don’t want a reform when they’re fed twice
Welcome to Gorgorod
[Verse 2]
You’ve only got half the puzzle
An oil painting, a social elevator in the Maslow's pyramid
The mob is multi-headed, like Hydra and Cerberus
But it doesn’t make the weather like Hydrometeorological Center
Even though I’m no Niccolò Machiavelli
It reveres, is drawn to a scaffold, a noose, a stake
To fear, oils, icons, khaki, a needle and shackles
You’re so much smarter, why’d you need the plebs? Huh?
You were brainwashed by the fool under the mountain
“It’s all interlaced” for so many years, same old story
Conspiracy outcast – me and Guru are acquainted
Ever since that pseudo-warrior was an official, whose word was the law
Let’s say the enemies claim that I’m scared of many
Let’s say I cover the world like a cephalopod mollusk
Let’s say it’s all true, but what’ll happen if I leave?
The neighboring cities die off when they get rid of their despots
In comparison, here

[Chorus]
Mountain air, sport and healthcare, a resort, a gaming house, a trading yard, food courts
Welcome to Gorgorod
Comfortable resting standard, golf, an aquadrome and curling
Welcome to Gorgorod
The handball world record, a racetrack and cathedrals, bowling
Welcome to Gorgorod
My people don’t want a reform when they’re fed twice
Welcome to Gorgorod
[Outro]
Listen, writer, you’re a good guy
But you’ve fallen in with the wrong crowd. Those bastards
Left you on purpose as soon as it hit the fan. Look at the horizon – it’s dawn
We’ve even got the sun under our feet. Huh?
Mind you, this time you got lucky: career
Health, freedom – all intact. But here’s a mayor’s word:
There won’t be a second chance. So beware
If you touch my daughter Alisa again