Достоевский [Dostoevskiy] [English translation]

When Dostoevskiy was injured

And killed at watch with a knife,

The soldiers took him to the infirmary

So they would save his beauty there.

A surgeon was drinking moonshine from the bottle there,

And constantly cutting with a saw and a knife.

Seventeen hours under the light of the oil lamp,

And only after then, he fell down in devastation.

And the next day, about the time of the matin,

An order is issued from the Centre

To immediately award a Star of the Hero

To that bastard who saved the genius.

So keep straining yourself, all our foes,

Since tomorrow we're back in service.

And you, who doesn't believe in the power of culture,

Listen to my song.