Water was flowing down from the goose of two heads, [1]
That is today’s image, Mother-Russia.
Forgive us, brother Yura, we fucked up, [2]
All of cosmic trash – the burden has gone abroad.
Russia rumbles, just like the Union, with chains, [3]
This stalinist train is now the Putin’s headgate, [4]
A country where whores go immediately to generals,
And where being a veteran has a bitter taste.
Glory to our state-owned Fatherland, [5]
Glory to our state-owned Fatherland!
And the locomotive started off at full steam,
And The Soviet Union was devoured in three bites.
And all of this free vinegar tasted sweet –
More main syndrome, napoleonic policy.
The spiral of history played with all flowers,
Pressed down all of them and trimed every bush.
If the truth only spoken with trembling lips –
Then what have Sevastopol and Kursk fought for? [6]
Glory to our state-owned Fatherland,
Glory to our state-owned Fatherland,
Glory to our state-owned Fatherland,
Glory to our state-owned Fatherland,
Glory to our staaaa…