"Kalinka" lyrics
Stop sinking; just think of your income, my star!
Overseas, you're gonna linger in a stinking backyard.
No one needs you with your lingo in the Anglophone land.
Better cling to the things that you truly understand.
Why do you always stand out like a sore pinkie?
Complying with a standard isn't so tricky:
Like, your master throws a bone for you, and you bring it!
Tell me why you can't just shut your mouth and keep singing?
Hide the finger in the fist, throw your voice, bite your tongue, let your stomach speak -
Let the TV screen teach you the art of ventriloquy.
You're just a call girl, little killer Queen,
And the King's immortal — outliving him is a silly dream.
Kneel before the throne, come get busy.
Try to see yourself as calm and queasy.
Here's the only way not to drown:
Quit showing off and go down!
Stop sinking; just think of your income, my star!
Overseas, you're gonna linger in a stinking backyard.
No one needs your English single in the Anglophone land.
Better cling to the things that you truly understand.
Who the hell you think you are? Good luck on arrival!
Hope you're good at washing dishes and taxi driving.
Dreaming of thriving now, but soon you'll just be surviving,
Tryna go viral in a world where you are no rival.
Like a snake without a tail, crushed on a foreign trail,
There, you're just bargain sale, a tale of a dumb head that failed.
No one's gonna read your braille, you ain't gonna reach the grail,
And if you're so fucking brave, go choose between grave and jail!
Let em hide you behind the bars
For what you're hiding behind your bars;
Or maybe you would prefer premature death?
Zip it and save your breath!
Stop sinking; just think of your income, my star!
Overseas, you're gonna linger in a stinking backyard.
No one needs you with your lingo in the Anglophone land.
Better cling to the things that you truly understand.
Stop sinking; just think of your income, my star!
Overseas, you're gonna linger in a stinking backyard.
No one needs your English single in the Anglophone land.
Better cling to the things that you truly understand.
Overseas, you're gonna linger in a stinking backyard.
No one needs you with your lingo in the Anglophone land.
Better cling to the things that you truly understand.
Why do you always stand out like a sore pinkie?
Complying with a standard isn't so tricky:
Like, your master throws a bone for you, and you bring it!
Tell me why you can't just shut your mouth and keep singing?
Hide the finger in the fist, throw your voice, bite your tongue, let your stomach speak -
Let the TV screen teach you the art of ventriloquy.
You're just a call girl, little killer Queen,
And the King's immortal — outliving him is a silly dream.
Kneel before the throne, come get busy.
Try to see yourself as calm and queasy.
Here's the only way not to drown:
Quit showing off and go down!
Stop sinking; just think of your income, my star!
Overseas, you're gonna linger in a stinking backyard.
No one needs your English single in the Anglophone land.
Better cling to the things that you truly understand.
Who the hell you think you are? Good luck on arrival!
Hope you're good at washing dishes and taxi driving.
Dreaming of thriving now, but soon you'll just be surviving,
Tryna go viral in a world where you are no rival.
Like a snake without a tail, crushed on a foreign trail,
There, you're just bargain sale, a tale of a dumb head that failed.
No one's gonna read your braille, you ain't gonna reach the grail,
And if you're so fucking brave, go choose between grave and jail!
Let em hide you behind the bars
For what you're hiding behind your bars;
Or maybe you would prefer premature death?
Zip it and save your breath!
Stop sinking; just think of your income, my star!
Overseas, you're gonna linger in a stinking backyard.
No one needs you with your lingo in the Anglophone land.
Better cling to the things that you truly understand.
Stop sinking; just think of your income, my star!
Overseas, you're gonna linger in a stinking backyard.
No one needs your English single in the Anglophone land.
Better cling to the things that you truly understand.
Writer(s): Ivan Alekseev
