Tervehenkistä musiikkia.
Sanat pikaisesti englantiin käännettynä:
Burn in Hell, orc.
Every night I see a prophetic dream —
Moscow is in hellish fire,
And the wind merrily swings
The Prick hanging from the pine.
And the Kuban choir changed their shoes,
Remembered the roots of their grandfathers.
And all of Rashka's land trembled
From the singing of our Cossacks.
May Mariukov burn and perish in hell —
For Bucha, Mariupol, Crimea.
For all the suffering, death, and decay,
The bell of reckoning already tolls.
And somewhere in a bunker dies
Another shadow of imperial wet "dreams."
And the gaidamaks are already singing
Over the ashes of the Kremlin squares.
Siberia has risen, it roars fiercely:
"Enough of terror and lies!"