Collective march

Filled on the motive "our proud Varangian does not give up the enemy"

We do not know if pipe copper will play,
Croats will be defeated, -
But those who do not want to root for ours,
The guarantee will be torn.
The end of the liberals! The defeat of the bastard!
You do not blame the national team:
Two halves confidently draws,
And there he will win the penalty!

Football field, cherished span!
We were waiting for such a result.
There is no need to buy rivals - to buy -
We bought the Lord God.
For oil, for gas - I don’t want to guess,
But no matter how much you kick the ball -
We draw hybrid contractions,
And he helps with the penalty.

Winter chain: admiring "ah!"
Breaks from girlish sponges.
And the Crimea is already ours, and Trump is already, nah,
And the bridge, and almost already the cup.
I'm silent about the elections in March,
You yourself remember about them.
And the sanctions also drawn, we drawn
God save you from the penalty.

You do not have Saprykin's bone
Neither right, no left, no word,
Neither Sentsov’s shares, no sonorous coins,
Not a new Gleb Zheglov.
"For our guys!" - I scream from the rostrum.
Let's guys finalte.
The story ended somehow in a draw.
The era of the penalty came.

Courage and impudence take cities,
And do not shove us from the pedestal:
It doesn’t matter that it never has never
And it is important that it has already become so.

So louder, music, play the victory!
We won - and the enemy runs, runs, runs.
So for the king, for the homeland, for faith
We get dirty loud Ole, Ole, Ole!

From the author
The author writes this text on the eve of the match. Like 56 percent of the population of Russia, he believes that we will go to the semifinals. Like 86 percent of the population of Russia, he knows to whom we owe this. Like 146 percent of the population of Russia, he knows that the result of the match does not affect our victory.