Looking for the military, looking for the police,
Mask's satellites check their faces.
Looking for Gerasimov, swearing service,
An evil dwarf in the bowels of the Kremlin.

Two feet tall, curved like cashews,
Puffy, with a licked waist,
Nervous at the word "Huylo"
I haven't heard from him for two weeks.

Division Five, stunned by sleep deprivation,
Looking for where the Bus is,
Waiting and can not mongoose throw
To lick the anus with your tongue.

Looking for cancer shots,
(Because otherwise it will fall off)
That smell will cut out all of a sudden.
Chipmunk people will die of stench.

To delay an ominous date
In the bunker, soldiers watch with syringes,
Old Cossack with gilded badge
Watches every point in the storire.

- Where did our dwarf fall again?
The colonel complains to the security service,
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
No, he doesn't. What are you gonna do here!