Yakos zranku na svitanku zazyrnuv v susidnii sad –
Tam prostyi soldat Alosha pyzdyt styhlyi vynohrad.
Ya, shariyuchys, promovyv: "Shcho z ty robysh, ruskyi brat?"
A vin kaze: "Nada! Bo didy poshljut v naryad!"
Pryspiv:
Ruski pizdyat! Ruski pizdyat vso podryad!
Sami pizdyat, a na inshyh havaryat!
Ruski pizdyat, a yak ne pizdit, bo yih tohda poshljut v naryad!?
Starshyi praporshchyk na sluzbi spyzdyv zbroyi samosval,
S zampolitom podilyvsya, bo toi ioho kryshuvav.
Zampolit kupyv mashynu i radiye, shcho nye vor,
P’yanym tu mashynu rozhuyachyv ob zabor!
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Heneral, kremeznyi hlopec, ne torhuye aby chym –
Vin vraham prodav raketu i u Sochi stroyit dim!
Tu raketu zapustyly po rosiiskym litakam,
A narodu kazut: "Vinavat va vsom islam!"
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