Don't touch Russia, gentlemen!
Don't touch Russia, gentlemen!
It hurts her without your reproach.
She's into self-incrimination
I have never known my equal.
Don't touch Russia, gentlemen!
What do you need, both well-fed and clothed,
From the country that, having won half the world,
Today she is both sad and poor.
Remember how she saved you
In the year of destructive raids.
And now is it not from your brega
Is an indifferent hula rushing?
Don't touch Russia, gentlemen!
Now you are praising truthfulness,
But blindly believe in your justice –
An occupation worthy of a buffoon.
Russia is never wrong.
Tired of crying, then praying,
She will forgive both the thief and the harlot,
He will forgive you for your stupid words.
She will forgive, and I'm up to the slope of days –
To be ashamed of you in a squeamish confusion
For the fact that Russia screams shrill
He learns about my Bulgaria.
Don't touch Russia, gentlemen!
You don't know her, you ignoramuses.
Great patience and hope,
She is no match for another world!
Don't touch Russia, and it
And this time confidently and proudly
He will solve his crosswords without unnecessary phrases,
Protected from evil by the most pure.
Yes, you should thank her
Already for the fact that she is in the world,
For the fact that you and your children
To share one fate with her fate.
And if you can 't help, then
Get out, at least without interfering.
Otherwise, I am not responsible for myself.
Don't touch Russia, gentlemen!!!
(Doncho Nanov Donchev)
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