Sacred Haven of Debauchery

they cut the walls into pieces
the excavator broke down
I don't want to learn those
American soldiers' tricks!

the fighter jet broke down
the bridges are blocked
I'd rather write to St. Petersburg
about the customs of old

I won't forget these shipyards
that broke down again
because these devils
damn it, don't want to fight!

no matter how many castles I build
they will all fall apart again
when evil and that scoundrel Borya
come to occupy them

whatever I write today
I still don't see the point
because today I am
a very angry and gray wolf