Look into our eyes. |
You see, we are ready for anything.
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Then the frost painted the scars on our body with patterns.
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You don't remember us, your grandfather piled up his pants,
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At the thought of our state, Stalin's hard accent.
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You can't understand our soul without stupid words - that patch.
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We are born in fire, rejecting the tenderness of a calf.
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Terrible Russian! |
Panic snaked through.
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I'll get the trump card now. |
Yes, we are the Evil Empire.
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We are not talkative. |
Kalashnikov - and dots.
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I'll smash the balalaika against your head, shut up.
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We rummage through the pockets of the sleeping ones, squinting sweetly at the Sun.
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Each of our districts is a safari compared to your Bronsk.
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Animals walk along Red Square, but not from the forest.
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You have not seen such batches in the world war -
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Like in our discos. |
House of Culture - welcome, *street.
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Our Evil Empire is the rams on the world spree.
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Chorus:
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We are the aggressors. |
We keep the brand, bare our teeth.
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Politeness does not prevent us from being rude.
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What a delight! |
I am Russian! |
The power half the earth was shaking.
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Yes, yes, we are, we are the Evil Empire!
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We are the aggressors. |
We keep the brand, bare our teeth.
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Politeness does not prevent us from being rude.
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What a delight! |
I am Russian! |
The power half the earth was shaking.
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Yes, yes, we are, we are the Evil Empire!
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We cannot stand racism and *exam - a joke in style.
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Where were your reproaches when our Reich was smashed?
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The country is the aggressor, the people are demons. |
Oh, I like -
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We have so many complexes. |
What is your evidence?
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Howling at the moon, raging. |
Go here. |
Hey Mr!
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The red star is everywhere - terror, Russian aggression.
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You are a citizen of the Evil Empire! |
Dominate, conform.
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The beards of our guys are thick, they grow from childhood.
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Only a fool will stick a mug in a lair, waking up a bear.
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Stereotype, go ahead, Ivan is a fool, let's pass.
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My sidekick, - fierce, you cut your nails with a goofy knife.
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Where are you going? |
Our people are harsh, they are burnt out.
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Siberian air in full breastfeeding. |
We are like the wind in the field.
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Don Veliky, Volga - mother, sadness is tailored in Russian.
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Lilac blooms for a short time, the sky is emerald blue.
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Granny bakes bread and the forest looks like it's made from fairy tales.
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Endured so many wars, drank blood to the point of vomiting -
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Russian land, snow covers its latitudes.
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We are trusting like children. |
From the sun, love grew in us.
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Look, here it is - our Evil Empire.
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This is my homeland. |
I love everyone in the world.
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Chorus:
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We are the aggressors. |
We keep the brand, bare our teeth.
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Politeness does not prevent us from being rude.
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What a delight! |
I am Russian! |
The power half the earth was shaking.
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Yes, yes, we are, we are the Evil Empire!
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We are the aggressors. |
We keep the brand, bare our teeth.
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Politeness does not prevent us from being rude.
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What a delight! |
I am Russian! |
The power half the earth was shaking.
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Yes, yes, we are, we are the Evil Empire!
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Yes, yes, we are, we are the Evil Empire!
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Yes, yes, we are, we are the Evil Empire!
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Yes, yes, we are, we are the Evil Empire!
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Yes, yes, we are, we are the Evil Empire! |