♬ There is the greatest May-time holiday but it points reproach at the Kremlin’s towers: a bourgeois headquarters is entrenched there now - the capitalists have grabbed the wheel. They painted the flag in stripes, set mutant eagles on the coat of arms, rewrote the anthem - now just echoes. And is this what my granddad fought for? For four years he scoured half of Europe clean of fascist filth, from the Volga to the walls of Berlin, the blood of the banner carried in his veins. And you - "Thank you, granddad, for the victory," handing out black-and-orange ribbons, striping cars with the tsar’s George ribbon, forgetting it was the Red Army. Those vermin who had God on their side - back then we did not spare them. But we did not hang the source of evil, instead brought religion back with a censer. And now war has come again, but we are afraid of the terrible word, shamefully calling it a “special” one so as not to offend the rabid ХoХols. As long as there stands in Sverdlovsk a festering traitor-centre, as long as Sverdlovsk is still fuckburg, my country cannot be worthy. The venal court has grabbed billions, cops guard the gangsters’ slush-funds, stupid Soros spawn sucking up, and we - we naively believe in light and beacons.
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