February revolutions

Everywhere the banners are curled up
We survived, guys -
The revolution began
All over the caliphate.

A huge part of the planet
Freedom is torn to the light of freedom
Sorry, will not see this
Lev Davidovich Trotsky.

Huge people
Demonstrate for freedom
But through the phenomena empirical
The immanent codes shine through.

Looking at the unusual
Sweaty crowd exaltation,
We see a typical
Zionist provocation.

The pots are not broken by the gods
And neocolonialism.
Some will say - conspiracy,
Others are structuralism.

The CIA and Israel
There are also their ideas
In the sealing airliner
They brought Baradeus.

How could this happen?
Though screaming a guard.
Heroes and princes
They want to replace with mullah.

Here is Muammar Gaddafi
He lived in a tent all his life,
Now the mafia is instructed
Against him riots.

In the raging intifada
Peace tanks are skipped.
All the Englishwoman is shitting
And more than an American.

Who is from marital clitors
Teared off the oppressed classes?
Who through Facebooks and Twitter
Excited the working masses?

We are children of peasants and workers,
We do not have to go to their chat,
We see a familiar handwriting
We know whose ears stick out.

We remember how on the Maidan
They pulled the steering wheel.
They need burning buildings,
They need screaming storms.

In the Russian Federation no less corruption
And the tandem is irreplaceable,
But they will not get from us
Since we all know about them.

Let the rebellious rise
North Africans,
They will be fed anyway
French and Americans.

Around us snow and ice floes
Wasteland and ravines
No wonder they are Bedouins
Well, we are poor fellow.

It is difficult to live not in the south -
The climate is colder here
Therefore, our thieves.
We are much nicer.

It seems to be not princes
It seems not heroes
Well, still, in principle,
Something of your own, dear.

We, Russians, are meek people -
They are used to enduring humiliation.
Here is only in vain against vodka
The authorities make body movements.