Director(s):
Aliaksei Tserakhau surrealistic pop-art with a cynical view on world politics created in high energy frames for pop music channels. could the apocalypse be near? tried and tested technologies with deadly
composing and a pint of morphing for good measure.
Text translation:
CAPITAL
I eat gold bricks for lunch,
Diamond dessert, oil cream.
My name is Velzevool - the master of stratosphere,
I am unbelievably cool and commonly respected.
Refrain:
In my left hand - a Snikers, in my right hand - a Mars.
My PR manager is Karl Marx.
In my left hand - a Snikers, in my right hand - a Mars.
My PR manager is Karl Marx.
Capital! Capital! Capital! Capital!
I eat cities and drink seas,
My beard covers up the sky,
Thunder and lightnings, fogs and rains.
Ministers and chiefs lick my boots.
My face is Madonna, all filled with rotten pears.
All kneel! The orchestra play flourish!
Capital! Capital! Capital! Capital!
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