Smithereens!
The crown is smashed to smithereens!
No throne or ruler to be seen!
Russia’s life and laws have been -
Shot to hell!
And we -
Forced into holes in the ground,
Like poor thieves we are bound,
Blood and shame mixed are found -
Just as well!

Yes, we...
We have no bloody clue
Who to join and who to screw,
Who is in our bastard crew,
Where to go to or what to do -
This all sucks!
There’s no spirit, no honour, no shame.
Who’s one of us or one of them?
How was it then this mess came?
And does no-one give a damn
Russia’s fucked?

Shame!
On all, those peace-loving gits
On all, who just can’t commit;
Those who can’t choose if it’s fit
To kill!
Look out!
Let the wolves, let the bears
And the hawk’s talons tear.
Just invite the crows down there.
For a fill.

Hey, you!
Where’s your old firmness?
Where’s your old confidence?
All you’ve got is meanness
And a pistol in your hand.
It’s gone. Damn it, it’s gone!
It’s all battered and shattered.
There’s only one thing matters:
Put your gun up to your brow
Or shoot the enemy... now!