The crown is smashed to smithereens!
No throne or ruler to be seen!
Russiaís life and laws have been -
Shot to hell!
And we -
Forced into holes in the ground,
Like poor thieves we are bound,
Blood and shame mixed are found -
Just as well!
We have no bloody clue
Who to join and who to screw,
Who is in our bastard crew,
Where to go to or what to do -
This all sucks!
Thereís no spirit, no honour, no shame.
Whoís one of us or one of them?
How was it then this mess came?
And does no-one give a damn
On all, those peace-loving gits
On all, who just canít commit;
Those who canít choose if itís fit
Let the wolves, let the bears
And the hawkís talons tear.
Just invite the crows down there.
For a fill.
Whereís your old firmness?
Whereís your old confidence?
All youíve got is meanness
And a pistol in your hand.
Itís gone. Damn it, itís gone!
Itís all battered and shattered.
Thereís only one thing matters:
Put your gun up to your brow
Or shoot the enemy... now!