От себя не сбежать: миллионы невидимых уз Не...

You can't run away from yourself: millions of invisible bonds

They won't let us forget our childhood, even to those who give a fuck.

Today, guys, I dreamed about the Soviet Union,

And it seems to me that we said goodbye to the era too quickly.

Let the "box" lie that the pores have never been freezing,

That cornices burst over us from the Masonic signs -

I mean that we had many friends in our yard,

And that we went to visit our neighbors without a visa.

Someone built and lived, someone stared blankly at the fence,

Someone was quietly fat, stuffing mattresses with currency,

But from far away overseas everyone heard the angelic chorus,

Although they explained to us that this is being sung by fagots.

We didn't want to leave - we just went out into the yard,

And led into the darkness, a curved path ran.

I do not know when the traitor and the thief appeared -

Apparently he was among us, but until the time he stole a little,

And when he was left alone, he waved a candle through the window -

And while we were fighting, obsessed with our own songs,

The enemy waddled in, pouring urine on the shrines,

And he sat down on the throne, spreading out on non-languages.

Having smoked the kingsays of "the chosen ones of the EL EM world",

Reeling gigabytes of porn on meters of advertising,

We returned to our place, only there was not enough space for everyone ...

We fucked up the Country - excuse me, Mom!

Will we, with our eyes downcast, pass by,

Let's keep silent - more tolerant than a sheep and more fearful than a hare?

Maybe at least for the last time we habitually shake the old days,

In a tense struggle, tearing off the opponent's eggs?

We have not wept hitherto, perhaps we will not cry in the future, -

Because of lesser grievances, wars sometimes break out.

Who dared to live is not afraid to die in battle,

The ballistic path to the enemy is measured out quietly.

Let the neocon scream in the House of Congress,

Let the "defenders of law" go hysterical, bitches,

But as long as the missiles read Washington,

NATO partners still have short arms.

Ukraine, rise! Belarus, don't be afraid anymore!

When you return home, brush off your dusty feet.

We are all together - the sacred Ancient Russia,

And not a brat that stole the name of Europa.

And when the democrats of Sodom, the caliphs for an hour

We are screaming heart-rendingly: "Stand up with cancer - live like people!"

I find it funny because I remember how it was with us

And I want to believe - there will definitely be more!

From distant berths ships will leave for the Ocean,

In distant orbits, the gliders will continue to move ...

Yes, the book is over, but in the memory of our land

The history of the world still has a continuation -

There will be wind in the foliage, laughter at noon and midnight of joy,

Sin will be sweet to us and the cup of repentance will be bitter -

It will be as it always is. It will be as it should be for those

For whom is this home, and not just "moronic Rush".

Life will show - will we seal the brotherhood with a hundred years of wine,

Finally figuring out which side we're playing on

Or still, Great Russia, you will remain a dream,

Turned into the past - a bright lost paradise

If we, dissolved like salt in the worldwide rumor,

Now - to the pitiful terpils and victims of treacherous intrigues,

Neither the strength in the hands nor the brains in the head

No ardor in the groin to do something more grandiose.

(c) the author is unknown (from the collection of Sergei "Maslenitsa")