You shepherd Bulat Okudzhawa's songs
What was, will not come back and teardrop my robes apart in vain.
Well, all era has its customized and order,
I'm sorry I can't shoot Putin,
I'd love to blow his head off tonight.
And then with delight he hung on the first lantern,
May the beast in suffering wait for its end,
And the vultures and lions will cut this scum to pieces,
No 1 else gets hurt by that boy of a bitch.
