TSAR:
Calm down, Fedya, don't be mean,
My people are my kith and kin,
Without thinking of them, I should say,
I can't live a single day!
When I eat my butter and bread
Thoughts of the people enter my head,
Both the caviar and compote
Stick like crazy in my throat!
Late at night I'm awake
Sitting up until daybreak,
Thinking about my poor Russia:
"How is it, for goodness sake?"

Statistics: Posted by justmakenewgame — 05 Sep 2015, 09:29