Yakos' zranku na svitanku zazyrnuv v susidniy sad –
Tam prostyi soldat Alosha pyzdyt' styhlyi vynohrad.
Ya, shariyuchys', promovyv: "Shcho z ty robysh, rus'kyi brat?"
A vin kaze: "Nada! Bo didy poshlyut' v naryad!"

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Rus'ki pizdyat'! Rus'ki pizdyat' vs'o podryad!
Sami pizdyat', a na inshych havaryat'!
Rus'ki pizdyat', a yak ne pizdit', bo yich tohda poshlyut' v naryad!?

Starshyi praporshchyk na sluzbi spyzdyv zbroyi samosval,
S zampolitom podilyvsya, bo toy yoho kryshuvav.
Zampolit kupyv mashynu i radiye, shcho nye vor,
P’yanym tu mashynu rozchuyachyv ob zabor!

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Heneral, kremeznyi chlopec', ne torhuye aby chym –
Vin vraham prodav raketu i u Sochi stroyit' dim!
Tu raketu zapustyly po rosiys'kym litakam,
A narodu kazut': "Vinavat va vs'om islam!"

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