How do you live mother Russia and what are you sad about?
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Is it really a demon in the ribs, now on demolition?
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After all, there was a cry in the queue: “Disperse, comrades!
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Masha, don't break the check. |
Everything, Russia is everything.
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What happened, what's the matter? |
Mouths gaping, watchful skyward.
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What, besides the party, is there no one to educate?
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Yes, what is it, all the poets have bred from the Motherland,
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And Volodya could not be received on time?
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Or that rusty horseshoe fell from the jamb,
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Or the wind on weekdays scattered haystacks,
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Or squeezed all the juices out of the sovereign tree
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A greedy former hand to medals?
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After all, the hand is the former,
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What she taught from childhood:
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Don't kill and don't steal, as it came later.
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She stole tons, beat thousands of talents
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And she chalked with her tongue like a broom.
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Yes, it is not easy for Russia, they have been fooling around for so many years.
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The people drank, the steel grew stronger, which means they drank again.
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Everyone was dragging banners and shaking like a hare,
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Yes, they pulled their hands up, and sang about love.
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Oh, how I couldn't believe it, and I was afraid to say something,
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What is Russia: dope and fat have grown inside.
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It seems that they were traveling together, and those who got off the train
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As it echoed from the stage, it clicked later.
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And this morning I got up - it seems to breathe easier,
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It seems that the stomach has become smaller and easy to lift.
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Either I quit smoking, or it smells like cherries.
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Either the earth was refreshed by a golden rain.
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Come on, mother Russia, spin the carousel
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Yes, you bring down your Neva bridges,
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Induced by Peter at your bend.
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So let them serve, because they are not for beauty. |