The GROTTO. Russia (№ 290499)

What's up, Dad? Let's pour, but still pop?
Soul sing of our Russian anthem.
I know, but kind of awkward
In front of you, POPs, because I forgot the words.
Maybe you really wish me well?
Yes, but I don't believe you, tired of the cars.
Here you are the head, laddie, situation know
Brought a bit of order, but the old consciousness.
Instead of freedom - totalitarian nature,
I admit the charge, alas, have no rights.
Next to this, in fact, a valuable concept
Is the word nihilism. So hard to clean it.


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