They are “the masters of the world order”,
Our planet owes only them,
Invincible champions of murders
Whose terrible weapon fits war claim!

Imperial farce is cool and perfect:
- Who’s not with us, he is against!
We have to earn a lot of profit
Don’t care of million lives for waste!
We introduce as real winners
Our democratic benefit,
It doesn’t matter—Prague or Vilnius,
And where there lives a silly “sheep”!
So by destroyin’ of main rebellious
Through the deception, dexterous lie
We guzzle pop-korn, grow fat in chairs
Enjoyin’ sweetness of the life!
Our stupid partners listen to any
Who says a dull nonsense every time,
But “top the bill” is Psaky Jenny
Whose words don’t cost a rusty dime!
To her important to declare
That nasty Russians made some crime
(While waggin’ the bum and smile with care—
It looks so cynically fine!);
If each vile act was made somewhere
And was provoked by the USA,
With indignation, rage, we dare
To threaten with war and bravely say!
Then Russians are bein’ washed from slander
For many days within the year,
Until "smart" Psaky to surrender
Says: "Russia’s not a wild mean bear”.
But for the “sheep” it doesn’t matter
Whose was the crime those early days,
They bleat so loudly on platters
That day when grief has found the way!
To us composure is the fulcrum
And worship’s the most important shrine,
But “Hold the thief!”, we’re crying out
And chauvinism’s spark starts to shine.
Poor world is burnin’ very brightly
As the fire kindled in the night—
We are the parrots of the frightening,
And "the virgin chorus of the fight",
Who will inflate the war more strongly
Without lookin’ in the eyes
Of the mortal truth, not havin’ conscience
About aircrafts in the skies,
Predators made of steel are flyin’
And bombin’ peaceful civil flats
(This fact we also dump with cryin’
On Russia, gettin’ world too mad!)
Wherever we make steps with proud
We bring tranquility and peace,
But to destroy without the shout
We must those people who’s not pleased!
Let die the thousands poor bastards
Whom the idea is not clear,
They are the traitors, stupid suckers
And every third’s the son of fear!
Why we arrange those boring meetings
Within the walls of the sold UN,
Why should we give dull silly briefings,
Give empty promises for them?
We’d rather hire greedy puppets
Who has now nothing to feel lost
Imply fulfillment of desires,
Good eatin’, money which they cost;
We’ll give the power to their generals
(Who are just stupid dribbling stubs),
Let “cannon fodder” works as servers
Too close to the Russian civil pubs.
The greedy oligarchs will choke
In blood of savages in the East,
Where coal has quality which shocks.
And where the field of rich slate is!
Let's spill the blood of rustic soldiers
Who will be sent to the eastern front,
Who get from us the mortal orders
To kill the people as a sport!

They’re the fighters for the justice,
They’re right in all their “noble deals”…
They’ll be destroyed with their practice
By the Lord’s true rage they will be killed!