Lucaci Florentin - The King And The Modern Virgins Inlove - English Version Poem by Lucaci Florentin

LUCACI FLORENTIN - THE KING AND THE MODERN VIRGINS INLOVE - ENGLISH VERSION




You showed me great love the first time I was smarter
Now I can imagine what virgin delights you have prepared for me, I can't wait
I have a cloak full of noble decorations spread all over my chest
It is no longer a courtier to have her bigger or smarter
In the castle I built, my word is the only thing certain
I sit with my wife at the table setting up the country at a glass of mulled wine
The virgin ladies of the castle have an eternal concrete thing
May my physical tone always maintain my inert moral environment
Bring immediately the country's finance minister we have no budget
I have nothing to pay the high officials and I am cautious
I see that the wealth of some subjects is great compared to their header function
I have to settle all the senseless income in the perfect way
Yes, your greatness, here I am, I know what the will is, I also have an intellect
Cut three-quarters to the judges if you consider this
I think we fit in perfectly with two-thirds cut at the prosecutors
Let no one be upset, we will increase by the same negative amount as before
Good minister, but I advise you, I have to paint my castle
With plaster and washable of the best quality and repair the rack
With hunting weapons until my enemies kill me
That I keep them loaded with ammunition on the piano and I'm not the kind
I must be a good example to my subjects and organization
Not to lie in misery and disorder like everyone says and wants
Yes sir, I understand that we increase pensions negatively after checking
The army to buy fewer bullets and wearing clothes
The police also give up holidays in the mountains and at sea
We abolish the specials farewell to fifty years of retirement
Even the work in factories and plants is for bitter destinies
For me, everything you order me is a big challenge
Well I decided my accountant so you'll make it come again in January
Let the Minister of Justice come to me in a hurry
I was here emperor, but I did not dare to enter
Sit at the table serve with you I have something delicate to talk about
I decided to pardon some men in the prison thank you judge for coming
For my birthday, I want to tell the people that it's hard oppress
By a handful of landlords and bourgeois boyars and I am tired too
My submissive poor people have nothing and no light to read
They don't have bread on the table, milk, meat, eggs or wine to drink
I want a prosperous healthy people, not weak ill and badly afflicted
Men tall like trees and good hardworking women good to love
Not sick, weak, hungry people who are eternally malnourished
Or pimp thieves and criminals and all kinds of bandits
I don't want to see criminal clans protected by acolytes anymore
No new victims of the legal system parasitized by non-educated people
You, Minister of Justice, leaving me what you are going to do
I don't want to hear empty words and not keep your covenant
Sir, I have loved people since I was born on this earth
Yes released detainees for your birthday Sir is a sacred holy sign
Free the straight detainees out of the big, salty mines
Where you have no place to sit on the chair but only lay on the back
Make a list of them your greatness and I will release them all
But no offense for food call Minister of Agriculture
He will tell you directly how to make everyone to have food
And the clans will all disappear and give the meanders of hatred
For good positions as beggars in the western lands
And if you want a healthy people, call the Minister of Health
He laid the foundations of the medicine that is the guardian of life
I tried to be the guardian of your laws and justice
I don't guide Sir you where others are professionals
Good judge minister I like your words you will receive my list
The rest is up to you to tell me when I will decree
The Minister of War, come to me if he wants another star
I am on great wheels as a loving king, it is not a miracle at all
Sire the minister of agriculture asks to enter the royal audience
Come in I saw your face and I have an empty pantry
And my eternal people are always hungry or sitting on the pot
When the insatiable specials work in a hurry or nothing
Come in Minister of Agriculture how we feed the people
We talk about plagues and we lie them again with the TV set
We put them to wear a mask to clean with a vacuum cleaner
We put them to isolate in their small huts with the computers
After three months we give them a little freedom in the garden
Enough for them to go to work and slave all day light
Let the economy start so that we don't stay in the dark
Let's have new big specials incomes and the illegal pension again
Because if they stay in isolation and don't work like that at home
We will wake up all the abusive torturers in the dangerous race
That we have nothing left to bring home and put on the table
Although we have preserved these rights with odious force
I understand, Minister of Agriculture, you blame the security forces
That they are both torturers and oranges and now very sad
And that they support criminal gangs and country gangs
Who make the laws in counties with their faces covered with masks
Good agriculture, you think I have to buy more wheat
Or make the virgins in the palace work harder
I'm not going to be abandoned by women like a old lion
I have my special washed girls educated virgins poor me
Agriculture is true that it rains continuously without stopping
It raises my rating just like that at a glance
For virgins eager to have sex or to grow quickly
I tell you in front of you king not to get by mistake a little poison
I got mad at them and gave them away confused and hurried
Top tools from secs shop for making love alone
Although the priest I put on didn't really glorify them
He himself seems to the expert virgins not overjoyed
And sire what's left now send people to the parsnip to pick
All the subjects who do not love you and have no choice
You don't have time for stories to stay at home, of course
You can find other virgins in the village in winter if you wear a fez
Well, mister agriculture, I want food or you don't understand
I don't just want virgins who do sex for interest
You will have enough food for every man in the country
I don't hold you Sir, but I tell you the second time
If your poor subjects have no bread to eat
Give them popcorn cakes with the money taken out at the ATM
Emperor came also the Minister of Health receive him?
He is poor and seems to have the flu and a house in Giulești
What else can this story figure tell
When you have already received real news from the security
Doctor Minister, you know I'm relying on you
Get rid of the country of flu serious diseases and mud
But not only eating sliced onions and garlic
That's why I spent my fortune and my money
Your Majesty, I have the magic potion, the perfect solution
Even if it's a little abusive not to say abject
We close all borders and schools operetta theaters
We also imprison those subject to wives or a cheerleader
And everyone who remains on the streets we gather with the army
And we would deport all the piles to the island of happiness
With no documents without goods and no right of return
And so we got rid of all those who bother us
Your majesty with your loved ones and the divine royal suites
They have prepared casinos full of virgins
Even naughty mares are ready to choose
Raised small with goat's milk and midwives
You won't even notice your greatness being in quarantine
You will be loved day and night by a virgin
Gioconda is a pale replica of an unfriendly copy
Which more is fired and works from home
It's not long before the first one doesn't even look beautiful
Besides the wild virgins you'll have in the house
They will all modern models inlove
How well your majesty will be willing to be paid
It turns out you're the health minister
And the one who called you of justice
And the one before him of agriculture
Good I'll order the army what you said
Get rid of all that until sunset
But listen to me, all four take care
I'm the king and I act like hell
If you do not fulfill everything you promised
You will wake up in the darkest dream
Don't make me coz I am the king
A poor vassal and sinister government
I change you all like beads
Do you want a prime minister now?




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