Рассмеши меня, Петросян [Rassmeshi menya, Petrosyan] [English translation]

Make me laugh, Petrossian,

Make me laugh so I sneeze,

I want to be merry and drunk

At the funeral feast of the rebellious soul.

I'm tired of this uphill battle —

You can't fight guns with sticks;

I don't want to be myself,

I'll be like everyone else.

I'll exchange my silver for bronze,

I'll join in the communal joy,

I'll sing with Verka Serdyuchka

Surrounded by the whole of "The Star Academy".

I'll sing whatever they sing,

I'll nod at the simple folk:

There's no other way, I'm just going

Where my nation is leading me.

If you want to be in the flow,

Simply cut off your own;

That's why people sing in unison

When they march as a union.

A union is a grand thing,

You find your place, wake up and sing.

It's amazing what a frightful might

Cobbles up together when conditions are right.

Together tape up the lips

That dare teach us lessons;

Together dislike the kikes,

And sort out the oligarchs in the loo.

Together inform up the chain of command

on hidden enemies anywhere;

also, be silent together

if something, if you'll excuse me, goes wrong.

Together act like fools,

Sigh in unison with the country,

Drink a pint of beer

And lunge headlong into "Sold Out!"

So make me laugh, Petrossian,

Make me laugh so I sneeze,

I want to be merry and drunk

At the funeral feast of the rebellious soul.

• Artist:Andrey Makarevich