Текст песни Юрий Нестеренко - Парадный марш

The bloodier the homeland, the more anguished the glory,
The more mediocre the marshals, the more magnificent the parade.
A rusty power crawled out of the den,
Thorny with thorns painted awards.

Rotten banners float above the square,
A beggar looks for moldy bread in a box,
The mouthpieces are beating with lies: "Let's remember by name!"
The popular crypt is glued-riveted with gags.

Foreheads are broken to blood from bowing to the ground,
We are so formidable - know our agility:
We've killed our own thirty million!
You cannot block this achievement!

Callous cries get stuck in the throats
Draws corpse sweetness from the scorched fields,
And convicts wander in order stocks,
And oil splashes in the eyes of the overseers.

Thinking is not supposed, and even reluctant,
Paphos instead of memory, blew instead of eyes,
Bows of ribbons, glossy photos,
Dolls on strings, plush ecstasy

For a good slave - fresh straw,
For its owner - a magnificent loaf.
And for our own barracks we will break the mouth of anyone,
So, damn it, and remember! At ease! Pour!