A Manager Poem by Emma Adamyan
A Manager
For me money is cotton
For you it`s freedom
Nowadays it`s fashion-
An American Dream!
So you strive to get the beam
To work like a robot
For the sake of the cotton dream.
You`re a mean value maneger
You never work under, you take higher
This century is yours, hold your computer
A human is nothing, but his career.
You`re the luckiest
You work in the office
You`re the luckiest
You work in the office
Oh, yeah baby
Your fate isn`t silly nor wicked
Your bucks is saved by your cent
Step by step, untill you get blind
It`s OK you are almost dead
As far as the Boss is fully glad
Im the first who admit
We all need the money
So, shall we get mad?
It`s a real calamity...
Step by step, until you get blind
Step by step, until you get blind
Step by step, until you get blind
Step by step, until you get blind
The main thing is to know for sure
Where`s your place and who you are
No doubt, near a fool you`re smarter
Happiness for me means freedom
For you - Disney Land
You`re the luckiest
You work in the office
You`re the luckiest
You work in the office
Oh, yeah baby
You work in the office
Oh, my God!
Translated from Russian. The Leningrad band 'Menedjer'
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4/26/2024 1:09:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Money means nothing to me, as for all those who love to be free! ! ! ! Money is a way for buying ambitions, but not dreams! ! ! Dreams are the possession of a simple man, reality the fantasy of youth, living is a common problem for us all, with love, the only way to truth...Never say I know the truth; just say I know a truth...Money can't but you any of it! ! ! Lovely translation...good work! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !