Who hangs like a shadow over Iraq
And he gives an ultimatum to Serbia,
Freedom stifles in large parking lots
In Europe, Asia and in America,
To whom Korea is not enough and Vietnam,
Grenada, Hiroshima, Nagasaki,
In whom the pride of an enraged boor splashes,
Who warms their hands in a bloody fight ?!
Oh Yankees, what good have you given the world,
What memory of yourself have you left?
You traded in black slaves
And they put profit above truths.
Calling the dead the best Indian,
You are a motley rabble of crooks,
Killed, destroyed, drove
Indigenous people you dislike.
And in your house built on bones,
Its own special cynical freedom
Who is above you, and who is in the dust,
In a conspicuous place who and who at the entrance,
One of the top products from the table
Military spy-terror-detective expenses,
Others at the bottom of the leftovers from the bucket
Bush-Clinton-Reagan-NATO waste.
Robbery, robbery and war - this is your way,
Violence is the essence, to be masters is the right
And in his mouth he seeks to shove
A larger piece is your predatory power.
On your own skin you have not experienced
No bombs, no rebuildings, no shells
Accustomed to instruct and dictate
Carrots and sticks to the chatter of parades
Retribution is coming, and not to beg for salvation.
Not with a dollar, but with your own pain
Those who are in a frenzy will have to pay
He paid with someone else's sacrificial blood.
There is the highest justice in the world,
And maybe through the radar ring
Sad tears will flow to you
Thunderstorm of nuclear missile strikes!
May you be strong, we were born by Russia,
And the father's house is behind our shoulders.
We are Scythians to you, we are Asians to you,
But don't look for collisions with us.
Come to your senses, across the sea - the ocean
Then you can't hide from the fire.
Will not be bought with all your capital
Burning punishment with fire !!!
