Gulliver Became A Young Boy - Рыбаченко Олег Павлович - Страница 9

  Where the reality has long been akin to a dream ...

  Any kid can do a miracle!

  Oh Motherland, God's holy sadness;

  Your birches are speckled, the gleam of metal ...

  And I pray to the Lord for one thing,

  So that the Fatherland flourishes in glory!

  But here the fighter has already gone on a campaign,

  He is marching like a barbarian warrior!

  We will do good to the planet -

  So that bullets do not pierce your own mother!

  Attack of the trolls, furious pressure;

  Rushing adversaries wall-avalanche!

  And therefore, why do we need a heated argument,

  When the Fatherland is united in a fist!

  But again the orcs fiends grin,

  They are a man, like a bone stuck in his throat!

  And the goblin growled in wild fury,

  But we applied from rati gift!

  But the victory over the enemy is near,

  We will wrest Russia from the quagmire!

  Retribution for the unclean has come -

  Their fur was torn to shreds and lint!

  Oval girl cute face -

  Gave me faith and great strength!

  This is how Gulliver sang with great feeling and fervor. And his singing was so incredibly chic.

  Then the boy-captain began to sing again, after another glass of beer, and a bite of dried fish;

  Great, mighty, sacred country,

  There is no more radiant under the blue sky!

  She is given to us by the Almighty God forever -

  Unlimited light, exalted Messiah!

  The world has never seen such a power, never know

  So that we proudly trample the expanses of space!

  Any star in the universe sings to you,

  May An be happy with us!

  After all, this is our Motherland, it is such a destiny,

  Command the space of all matters!

  Any of us, believe me, would want this,

  Without any foolishness, womanish superstitions!

  The archangels blow their mighty trumpet,

  They vigorously glorify the march of our armies!

  And the enemy will find his lot in an aspen coffin,

  And he will not receive taxes and tribute!

  This is our Motherland, everything in it, believe me, is beauty,

  She turned the whole universe effortlessly!

  Girls with a pretty weighty braid,

  Hunt for her, so that the barrel is strong!

  Fatherland, this is the mother's look of blue eyes,

  Her hand is both gentle and stone!

  And the adversary young man you kill with a bullet -

  So that the flame blazes brighter in the heart!

  Take an oath to the boundless Fatherland,

  It's good for you too, of course!

  Though blood flows in the fury of battle,

  Retribution will come to the enemy now!

  Weapons and courage are such a powerful alloy,

  The evil one cannot overcome it!

  On a plane with bombs, I flew smartly,

  And as it explodes, they pour in a hail of windows!

  But the order of the ruler - fly the kid to Mars -