Bolelshik

When EBN* is sick, the whole country is used to it,
The time of change is coming, bad times:
Terrible stagnation, corruption, etc.
And the illustrious daughter is at the helm.
While the authorities are ingloriously rooting for the country,
The country, although smoothly, is moving towards the bottom.
But the scourge evaporates and the swarm of chimeras dies,
When being sick takes over tennis, for example.
None of the boring skeptics hoped
That our Davis Cup will someday be won.
But only Nikolaevich went to Paris,
As soon as you understand, our prestige rose.
In a country, deaf and blizzard, you can’t count your problems,
But there is a brave Yuzhny, and there is Kafelnikov,
And other craftsmen who do not meddle in verse,
And the inevitable Yeltsin, rooting for them!
Crouching as low as possible, the timid Gaul trembled,
When he scared everyone in Paris with rockets.
But it was worth adding the suffix “k” to “missiles” -
And the joy of the entire planet is terribly great!
You are a good cheerleader, former leader of the Rus.
I rooted for Korzhakov - and Korzhakov ascended,
Did you root for Putin in Russia for a bitter hour -
And it immediately became sweeter than pudding for us!
I don’t presume to give advice (they are always harmful),
But just rooting for our Rus' is dangerous for the country.
Of course, we are not complaining, but to be goals,
It’s better, please, pain for Safin!
Dmitry Bykov.

*EBN - Yeltsin Boris Nikolaevich.