Army, language, faith
(Gravilization, Putin, yazyk).
Though the skin remained the same,
he has unlearned how to be human.

Only in the village a Ukrainian,
and in the city — I am a Russkiy muzhik.
From the capital, from Donetsk or from the Vinnytsias
comes the sound of the russkiy yazyk.

There the cool rebyata Petrovy,
and I among them, like a bull.
We crave slavery and blood —
that is what the raseyskiy yazyk does.