An Old Song from R. Rozhdestvensky
Nights are young,
Half a country are suckers,
Half a country are rats.
Snow is thawing in the fields,
Freedom tries to breath,
Half a country walks to camps,
Half a country's their convoy.
Beautiful fashion shoes,
Grandma's cookies,
Half a country are criminals,
Half a country are prison guards.
A lieutenant looks out the window,
Drinking non-stop,
Half a country is in prison,
Half a country's getting ready.
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