" My fellow citizens!
You can curl with white ribbons, walk with a portrait of Vovan, cede through the lips "people - beadly", chase Bentley with gondons on the pen.
All of you, absolutely all - my people, my homeland, my country, with you I was born and raised, for you, if anything, I will open the beds, saving the boys who die for you.
This is our country, this is our homeland, don’t fuck it, stupid – don’t fuck it!
Pursuing with the Gondons on the chest, remember, for this country, for our Motherland your ancestors shed their blood so much that they do not float, from the beginning of the centuries, the men on our land stood up with their breasts, and no one has bended our country, because it is not the country to bend, and the people are not the ones!Remember this, look at what is happening around, how they scatter the pieces of the country, how they kill anybody, absolutely anyone who wraps against. Love your army, you do not have another, and we are not pydors, we will not sell you or betray you.
And whisper, in general, the one who runs there on the squares, the ancestors gave us a great country, the ancestors bended half Eurasia, took out two worlds, gave it to us, well, will we take it now and tear away what they have gained?
Remember that.