Make me laugh, Petrossian,
Make me laugh so I sneeze,
I want to be merry and drunk
At the funeral feast of the rebellious soul.
I'm tired of this uphill battle —
You can't fight guns with sticks;
I don't want to be myself,
I'll be like everyone else.
I'll exchange my silver for bronze,
I'll join in the communal joy,
I'll sing with Verka Serdyuchka
Surrounded by the whole of "The Star Academy".
I'll sing whatever they sing,
I'll nod at the simple folk:
There's no other way, I'm just going
Where my nation is leading me.
If you want to be in the flow,
Simply cut off your own;
That's why people sing in unison
When they march as a union.
A union is a grand thing,
You find your place, wake up and sing.
It's amazing what a frightful might
Cobbles up together when conditions are right.
Together tape up the lips
That dare teach us lessons;
Together dislike the kikes,
And sort out the oligarchs in the loo.
Together inform up the chain of command
on hidden enemies anywhere;
also, be silent together
if something, if you'll excuse me, goes wrong.
Together act like fools,
Sigh in unison with the country,
Drink a pint of beer
And lunge headlong into "Sold Out!"
So make me laugh, Petrossian,
Make me laugh so I sneeze,
I want to be merry and drunk
At the funeral feast of the rebellious soul.