Уголовный кодекс - Русский нрав
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Kill me on Red Square
Show the world the Russian character
We are not slaves, we are not unhappy
We have character, a core, war

An alcoholic dreams of a city of the sun
Utopians have been aiming for anarchy for centuries
A libertarian sits in jail
And a communist shouts from the scaffold

This is the Russian character

The intelligentsia has fallen, aesthetes rejoice
They grin at the granite of truth
Our century is beautiful, kill yourself, unfortunate one
There is no place for you, look for branches in the forest

The leaders spew hundreds of words
A thousand people listen obediently
Sybarites exclaim again with hysteria
That in Russia everything is just fucking awesome

This is the Russian character

Berets march from home to school
A third-grader, patriotic in a cap, goes wild
Important conversations flew past our ears
And in the morning On Monday, the red tricolor

Do you hear the Red Laughter coming?
Do you hear Bokonon and Satan?
Who cares that there's no place in the sky?
Who cares that Ra farted at everyone?
Who cares that you're posthumous in freedom?
Who cares that everything's a lie until death?

This is Russian morality.