Army, language, faith
(Gravilisation, Putin, language).
Even though the skin is still there,
To be a human being is a recluse.

Only in the village is a Ukrainian,
And in the city — I am a Russian man.
From the capital, Donetsk or from Vinnytsia
The Russian language is spoken.

There is a cool Peter’s dream,
And I’m among them like a bull.
We crave slavery and blood —
That’s what a racist tongue does.