Humenology
Music by Konstantin Meladze
Original Russian lyrics by Konstantin Meladze
English lyrics by Yuriy Kaminskiy
VIP AND CELEBRITY EXISTENCE,
KEEPING THESE FASHION VICTIMS AT A DISTANCE,
GLOBAL WORLD ADORATION, SEXUAL ADMIRATION,
HUNGRY EYES AND MY BODY EXPLORATION…
WATERFALLS OF THE FLATTERY AROUND ME,
CLOUDS OF THIS DIRTY LECHERY ABOVE ME…
ONLY NEXT GENERATION CAN ERASE MY FRUSTRATION,
BUT FOR NOW – GREEDY EYES FULL OF TEMPTATION…
EYES FULL OF TEMPTATION, SILLY GENERATION,
HUNGRY HAPPY NATION, NATION, NATION…
THE HELL WITH YOU!
HOOH HUMENOLOGY
HOOH HUMENOLOGY
HOOH HUMENOLOGY
MEN ASTROLOGY…
HAVE TO STUDY IT TO THE END…
HOOH HUMENOLOGY
HOOH HUMENOLOGY
HOOH HUMENOLOGY
MEN ASTROLOGY…
AND TO CHANGE ALL THAT THERE’S NO WAY
TOP WORLD BEAUTIES TURN GREEN WITH DESPERATION,
ENVY RICH DADDY'S WIVES IN AGITATION,
DEVASTATING ESCORTING, NASTY PAPER REPORTING,
HUNGRY EYES AND MY BODY EXPLORATION…
ALL MY CLOSE BOSOM FRIENDS IN COMPETITION,
I DO NOT REALIZE ALL THEIR AMBITION…
ONLY NEXT GENERATION CAN ERASE MY FRUSTRATION,
BUT FOR NOW – GREEDY EYES FULL OF TEMPTATION…
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