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!
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