The meaning of the lyrics of the song "A piece of cake." (Miloe delo) the performer of the song "The King and the Jester"

Drinking beer is a sweet thing to do

Catching glimpses of a woman's body with your view

Waiting for two friends and finally they arrive

But if nine show up, it's time to take a dive

It helps me out, it takes away the pain

Everyone knows it, young and old, it's plain

As long as it doesn't end - that would make me glad

Chorus:

I'm not afraid of any paranoia

I'm not afraid of a sadistic doctor, you see

I'm not afraid of a drunken brawl

I'm an alcoholic, I'm an anarchist

Oh, how good it feels

Oh, how good it feels

It helps me out, but I'm running out of dough

Everyone knows it, young and old, it's so

As long as it doesn't end - that would make me glad

Chorus:

I'm not afraid of any paranoia

I'm not afraid of a sadistic doctor, you see

I'm not afraid of a drunken brawl

I'm an alcoholic, I'm an anarchist

Alive... while I'm still alive

While I'm alive without beer

While I'm still alive

While I'm alive without beer!

While I'm alive without beer!

While I'm still alive without beer...

Alive without beer!

Пива попить - милое дело.

Взглядом ловить женское тело.

Ждать двух друзей и всё же дождаться,

А если девятка, то взять и убраться

Это помогает, это боль снимает,

Это каждый знает, стар и млад.

Лишь бы не кончалось - этому я был бы рад

Припев:

Мне не страшна никакая паранойя,

Мне не страшен доктор садист,

Я не боюсь бухого мордобоя, -

Я алкоголик, я анархист

Ох до чего мне хорошо

Ох до чего мне хорошо

Это помогает, но денег не хватает,

Это каждый знает стар и млад.

Лишь бы не кончалось, - этому я был бы рад

Припев:

Мне не страшна никакая паранойя,

Мне не страшен доктор садист,

Я не боюсь бухого мордобоя,

Я алкоголик, я анархист

Жив.. пока ещё я жив,

Пока без пива жив,

Пока ещё я жив,

Пока без пива жив!

Пока без пива жив!

Пока ещё без пива жив...

Без пива жив!

The song "Miloe Delo" (Sweet Deal) by the Russian band Korol i Shut (The King and the Jester) is an ironic hymn to drinking and a dissolute lifestyle, told from the perspective of the lyrical hero. Despite the seeming simplicity of the text, it hides deep sarcasm and even tragedy.

From the very first lines, the author outlines his simple priorities: "To drink beer is a sweet deal. To catch a woman's body with a glance." This hints at a superficial perception of the world and hedonism. Friendship for the lyrical hero is also secondary: "To wait for two friends and still wait, and if there are nine of them, then just leave" - he is not attached to specific people, but simply looking for company for amusement.

The phrase "It helps, it takes away the pain, everyone knows it, young and old" is key to understanding the hero's inner world. Alcohol for him is not just a way to have fun, but a painkiller that helps to drown out mental pain, existential fear, and longing. This is the tragedy of the song: behind the bravado and ostentatious gaiety hides a deeply unhappy person clinging to the illusion of happiness in an alcoholic stupor.

The chorus of the song reinforces the irony and tragedy of the image. "I'm not afraid of any paranoia, I'm not afraid of a sadistic doctor" - the hero tries to convince himself and others of his fearlessness, but in fact, he is afraid of real life, preferring to hide from it in an alcoholic haze. Self-identification "I am an alcoholic, I am an anarchist" is not so much a rebellion against the system as a recognition of one's own weakness and inability to live by generally accepted rules.

The final lines "Alive.. while I'm still alive, while I'm alive without beer" sound like a desperate mantra, an attempt to convince myself that life without alcohol is still possible. But the final multiple repetition of "Alive without beer!" already sounds unsure, as if the hero himself does not believe that he can break out of this vicious circle.

Thus, "Miloe Delo" is not just a song about drunkenness, but a deep and tragic sketch showing the destructive power of addiction and the inner emptiness of a person seeking salvation at the bottom of a bottle.