Whim Deranged They follow the Moskva Down to the bottom of the sea Listening to the whim deranged A February winter fight Solders trespassing by Listening to the man deranged The enemy is coming in Did you ever think? That we could be attacked? By “brothers?” Bombs are in the air Shelling Freedom Square Blowing with the wind In Ukraine Take me to the tragic of the moment Of the worried mind Where the children of today wade away On a whim deranged Tanks rolling down the street Resurrecting memories Of bodies buried in the past In Ukraine They follow Lili-Putin Bombing Babi Yar Listening to the man deranged Take me to the tragic of the moment Of the worried mind Where the children of today have lost their dreams… Wouldn't you agree? Take me to the tragic of the moment Of the worried mind Where the children of today wade away Because of the man deranged The wind of Chernobyl blows straight Into the face of crime Like a worm that will bring The tyranny hell of the worried mind Let your balalaika sing What "zwastika-tzar" doesn’t want you to think 04/24/2022
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