The Russians are coming,
Pass the word.
They are finishing raping Ukraine,
Whispering to her ear about the fraternal love
Between two nations.
There are no nukes,
But only trust
To the words of the Mighty Three
Whose promises were made to be broken
Amidst the anguish.
Those, to whom we gave Tchaikovsky, Gogol, and Glinka,
Prefer the taste of
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