Vysotski, On Foreign Affairs, Высоцкий, Лекция о международном положении (English)

Not that I’m kicking up a fuss or groaning, folk, And yet there is a skew and an extreme That some be nominated for the Roman Pope, And some be held up under lock and key. Crooks snatched up on the quiet all the billets ’ere, And softened, lying doggo, putting hope In luck, whereas all over precious Italy There happened no contender for the Pope. Be it not the wrong time they lassoed me out of hand, I’d suck a shot down and - due Vatican!