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Bill: National Anthem
Details
Status[?]: passed
Votes: This bill asks for an amendement to the Constitution. It will require two-thirds of the legislature to vote in favor. This bill will not pass any sooner than the deadline.
Voting deadline: May 3368
Description[?]:
| the tune: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCKfZcPObKE the english translation: Moon is slowly rising, and the town is drowsing, But the crooks are meeting in the night, We're the Urkagani, mean and tough and scrawny, For our kind of deeds we need no light. Our chief she is a looker, goes by the name of Murka, Crafty and audacious as a guy, Even the toughest bosser knows better than to cross her, While we rob and steal and eye her on the sly. All at once we're wound up, there's a police roundup, Lot of us get chucked into the can, How'd they come to raid us? Which one has betrayed us? Who's the stoolie that tipped off the Man? First things first, I'm thinkin', let's do a little drinkin', We drop in the Shikarni restaurant, There sits Murka chatting, and so gently patting A police agent's hand ---- what more d'you want? Down in that dark alley where we used to dally, Back in that tiny cul-de-sac, Okay, this is it, man, who will be our hitman To go and take down Murka in this whack? Hello, darling Murka, hello, you little smirker, Hello, darling Murka, aren't you sly? You're the damned impostor, you're the double crosser, You've betrayed our gang, I wonder why. Murka, I don't get it, how'd you come to let it Happen? Damn, I dressed you like a queen, Wedding ring and bracelets, sexy skirts and jackets, What kind of gold-digger have you been? You used to wear revolting galoshes that were molting, You carried a bucket in your hand, I gave you black market high heels like a starlet, Patent leather, of the Bolshoi brand. Now, my darling Murka, now, you little shirker, You've been such a mistress of disguise, You have plowed us under, it's your final blunder, Here's a bullet right between your eyes. The black raven's dying, and my heart is crying, And my thoughts are screaming in my head, In this very alley where we used to dally, Murka lies all crumpled, cold and dead. Murka, there you're lying, take your sweet time dying, In that lousy trenchcoat like a sack, There's our darling bleeding, not what we were needing, Off we go, not even looking back. |
Proposals
Article 1
Proposal[?] to change The lyrics of the national anthem.
Old value:: V chas, kogda nad stranoj razorennoj, Zov naroda my slyshim sv'atoj, My idem po zemle opalennoj V svoy bessmertnyj i pravednyj boj. Trigunia - mogushestvo i sila! Nash zakalennyj duh ne pobedim. Trigunia, velikaja Trigunia! My nikomu teb'a ne otdadim. My vernem lud'am luchshuju dol'u, Tsepi rabstva navek razorv'em. I vragu ne slomit' nashu vol'u, My ot bezdny Triguniju spas'em! Trigunia - moguschestvo i sila! Nash zakalennyj duh ne pobedim. Trigunia, velikaja Trigunia My nikomu teb'a ne otdadim!
Current:
| Rodshyan (Russian): My, tryguny – mirnyye lyudi, Serdtsem predannyye rodnoy zemle. Iskrenne druzhim, sily zakalyayem, My v trudolyubivoy, svobodnoy sem'ye. Pripev: Slav'sya, zemli nashey svetloye imya, Slav'sya, narodov bratskiy soyuz! Nasha lyubimaya mat'-Otchizna, Vechno zhivi i tsveti, Tryguniya! Vmeste s brat'yami khrabro vekami My zashchishchali rodnoy porog, V bitvakh za volyu, bitvakh za dolyu Svoye dobyvali znamya pobed! Pripev Druzhba narodov – sila narodov – Nash zavetnyy, solnechnyy put'. Gordo zh vozveysya v yasnyye vysi, Znamya pobednoye – radosti flag! Pripev Luthorian (English): We, Trigunians, are peaceful people, Wholeheartedly devoted to our Motherland. We are faithful friends, growing up Living in a hardworking and independent family. Chorus: Glory to the blessed name of our land, Glory to the brotherly union of peoples! Our dearly beloved Motherland, May you live long and prosper, Trigunia! Together with our brothers, we for centuries Courageously defended our home's threshold. In battles for freedom, and battles for our lot We have won our banners of victory! Chorus Friendship of peoples is the strength of peoples And it is our sacred sunlit path. Proudly we fly in the clear blue skies, The banner of victory, the sunshine's flag! Chorus |
Proposed:
| Svyetit v nyebe myesetz, tikho spit malina A v malinye sobralsa sovyet: eto urkagany, zliye khuligany, sobirali srochny komitet. Rech dyerzhala baba, zvali yeyo Murka khitraya i lovkaya byla; (dazhe zliye urki vse boyalis Murki - vorovskuyu zhizn ona vela): Mol, poshli provaly, nahalis oblavy, mnogo stalo nashikh popadat; kak uznat skoree, kto zhe stal shalavoy, shtoby za izmenu pokarat? Kak chevo uznayem, kak chevo uslyshim, kak chevo pronyukham o nyom - v tyomnom pere'ulke peryshkom popishyem ili duru vynem i shmalnyom! Raz poshli na dyelo, vypit zakhotelos, my zashli v shikarny restoran. tam sidyela Murka s agyentom zMURa, a iz kobury torchal nagan. My reshili smytsa i nye shukheritsa, no pozornoy Murke otomstit: v tyomnom pere'ulke, gdye gulyayut urki, my reshili Murku zavalit. Zdrasvuy, moya Murka, zdrasvuy, dorogaya, zdrasvuy, moya Murka, i proshay! ty zashukherila vsyu nashu malinu - i tyeper, shalava, otvyechay! Murka, v chyom zhe dyelo, shto ty ne imyela? razve ya tebya nye odyeval? koltza i braslyety, yubki i zhakety razve ya tebye nye dobyval? Ranshye ty nosila tufli iz Torgsina, lakovy'ye tufli na <<>>, a tyeper ty nosish rvaniye kaloshi, rvaniye kaloshi na <<>>! Zdrasvuy, moya Murka, zdrasvuy, dorogaya, zdrasvuy, moya Murka, i proshay! ty zashukherila vsyu nashu malinu - i tyeper maslinu poluchay!>>> Chyorny voron grachyet, mayo serdtzye plachyet, Mayo serdtzye plachyet i grustit: v tyomnom pere'ulke, gdye gulyayut urki, Murka okrovavlyena lyezhit. Vot lezhish ty, Murka, v kozhanoy tuzhurke, v goluby'ye smotrish oblaka; Shto'zh tebya zastavilo snyukhatsa s lyegavymi i poyti rabotat v gubcheka? |
Debate
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| Vote | Seats | ||
| yes |
Total Seats: 391 | ||
| no |
Total Seats: 59 | ||
| abstain | Total Seats: 0 |
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