Город-Зад [Gorod-Zad] [English translation]

One can't hear the birds singing, the "GRAD" shot behind the house.

The People came to decision: here will be the Ass City!

Under the grayish sky, where governor is an asshole,

The builders are boozy, both young and old are in the ranks.

They drove the piles into the ground, but all askew, out of place -

The scapegraces did their best to build the Ass City.

The governor rejoices - he stole a lot of money,

And an agitator writes: "Love The Ass City!"

The crowds of teenagers were recruited by military commissariat

Mass-media frighten everybody by the Fascist Germany

Children breathe glue, there's a stink of factories around,

Studded with dorms the Ass City spends winter.

In Summer the electrical trains take people away to Hell,

There're banners on the streets: "We Love The Ass City!"

Here comes the news, that a skunk-foreigner

is dreaming to destroy the Great Ass City.

A military parade is held here every year on schedule,

We don't need a peace here, and a governor is glad,

A major here is in a nice place, and he doesn't feel the troubles,

He is a candidate of all the unified workers.

On the square for the masses on state holiday

A singer sings a nice refrain: "The Ass is us!"

And a governor is happy, and an electorate is glad,

And an agitator is in business: "We'll Build The Ass City!"

And we almost reached the goal, everything is just about to be understood,

We'll come into the ass by a winding, special way ...

• Artist:Vasya Oblomov