The bruising woods of Bryan,
And a whirlwind in a soldier flag...
Yesterday the SS
Picasso was caught in the woods.

He stood with a shot shoulder.
The fog flattened in the field.
He said nothing,
He gave no secret to the fascists.

He did not speak a word,
Disregarding threats and rewards.
The Soviet Pokémon.
He was silent with a proud glance.

A glowing candle.
In the wake of the mouse...
The death of the brave Pikachu.
Hero of the Soviet Union.