He kept shouting that a new world would be built,
He was nothing, but he wanted to be everything.
The dream came true: he made himself a world
As for all, he did nothing.
He did everything to enjoy life
And enjoyment is guarding.
And who took it upon himself to attempt,
Togo shoot, shoot order, shoot.
Rotting in prison toothless freedom,
And he praised her from the stands
And so he left his people,
Like no monarch left.
Yes, the monarchs life was, perhaps, worse,
Some uprisings-do not count.
And then the uprisings do not need to suppress -
complete unanimity, -
Not life, but paradise, well, just grace.
Well, the people. After all, with him what you want to do.
He, know, shouts: "Long live!" Hooray! & Quot;
Oneness with him is a very profitable business:
After all, who is your enemy, he and the people of the enemy.
See what a clever thing came up with:
& quot; The people and the Party are one! & quot;
Well, in general, the way it is,
Almost everything is one,
But we eat only different things.
So he thought in the Kremlin office,
So he thought, ascending the mausoleum,
And with the mausoleum called for victory
Crowd completely zatyukannyh people.
I have been allergic since childhood
Seemingly stands and slogans with & quot; Hooray! & Quot ;.
I love my people, I love Russia
And I know for sure who the enemy is to the people.
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