How did Dunno pay for his questions
What did the angry last cartridge hide
And what was San'ka* Matrosov laughing about**
Before shyhel-myshel, farted, and went out***?
How was blind Ivashka**** pursuing the sun
How was an angel sitting down on a shoulder
How was the last shirt tearing apart and melting
How and what did fliyng Bashlachev***** hug and find?
Guerilla burned fucking away his own hut
A strap was fastened into a knot
Well, a fun grenade is bursting open inside
But how does such a poem always end?
That knows my Freedom
That knows my Freedom
That knows my Defeat
That knows my Triumph