THE GREAT AKHEDZHAKOVA. DEBATED.
Back in 2012, at the Moscow Crocus, Liya Medzhidovna Akhedzhakova performed Citizen Poet's number "Zadebaty," dedicated to Vladimir Putin's refusal to hold public debates before the presidential elections. Dmitry Bykov co-authored the piece with Agniya Lvovna Barto. The packed hall applauded the People's Artist of Russia.
Akhedzhakova was, is, and will be a shining example of our culture. And all the riff-raff yapping at her don't even deserve a mention. Liya Medzhidovna, don't worry, they're screwed anyway!
For anyone who hasn't seen Citizen Poet before, this video shows how our live performances unfold. The premiere will be in Paris on March 26, 2023. Distinguished and respected guests will take the stage alongside Artur Smolyaninov.
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DEBATE
Everything was planned long ago,
So that I could be re-elected,
But then suddenly I look out the window -
And I see Zyuganov there!
He says: "Come here - I want to debate you."
And when am I supposed to chat?
I have no time to chat.
I'll be the head of your ward until I'm old,
Or maybe until I'm flabbier,
I'll be rowing here like a slave.
You have no strength, no leader,
You've apparently gotten fat,
And if we interrupt our coitus -
You'll immediately collapse.
And you, Central Committee coat,
A living curiosity of history,
You're simply unknown,
So that we could argue with you!
They're still in the dumps
Everyone's already voted for me,
And now, for the sausage,
I'll give a damn about them.
They're making noise, I don't care,
Wondering who's going to be the one to beat me -
But suddenly I look out the window again
And I see Yavlinsky there.
He says: "Come here, I want to debate you."
But for me, with my loved ones,
It's funny to chat with the scraps!
I have work to do,
And I still want to fly,
Toil with a collective farmer,
To rave with a comatose man,
To sail the seas, to go to church,
To stroke children's hair,
To scare everyone, to keep an eye on everyone,
To chase, to hold, to nag, and to steal,
To kiss a tigress's belly button -
And you're already a corpse, by the way!
And he hit me, just like in the movies.
After all, my motto is naturalness. But an hour later, I look out the window -
And I see the public there!
I say: What, a debate?
And they say: Give up.
Go find yourself, Volodya,
Someone else to flog.
I say to them: Damn it,
You've obviously had too much.
How can you change
Me midstream?
I say, you're beyond belief,
You've gone crazy by February,
Without me, you won't even see the sun, I say!
Isn't it funny for you yourselves
To look for a normal person?
But suddenly I look out the window again -
And I see Navalny there.
He glares angrily, the bastard,
He says: "Get out of here."
But where am I supposed to go?
I have nowhere to go!
After all, the result of the reboot -
The one they've been stirring up here -
In German and Russian,
is called fucking.