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Author: Timur Kibirov

Theirs is the Lord - there is!
He really is a real hero!
Without fear and awe into mortal combat
Leads the faithful system!
And a crescent sword overhead
And his horse rushes with an arrow!
And ours, ours - look, sonny -
And ours is on a donkey - click and click -
Towards His death.

And those are the Lord - he is over there!
He really gives peace,
Gives-tastes eternal rest
Among the worldly dance!
Waving his hand on passion-face,
In the lotus position, he is overshadowed by silence,
The saint is shining with emptiness.
And ours, ours - alas, son, -
And ours is on a donkey - click and click -
Towards His death.

And these are the Lord - wow!
He is indeed the lord of the earth!
This world, this century, this brain is the brain
Long under his thumb.
Around the throne his merry crowd
- Evan evoe! - the human race is dancing.
Perhaps you and I too.

But ours, ours - don't cry, son, -
But ours is on a donkey - click and click -
Towards His death.
To a meeting with His terrible death,
To meet your death and mine!
Don't cry, she won't leave Him,
She can't hide anywhere!