An eagle flew over the Volga,
Instead of wings, she has a ruler,
Crumble the kings of the peoples of the face
There are full cupcakes on the icing
Eating swearing by an emerald,
Sews a nosy stork suitcase
Park proud of the drained pond
Brezhnev rushes to the island of Shikotan.


Lyrics by Lina Blancar