The march of historians

Is executed on all the motives that the semantic halo of meter prompts

Russian history, pouting like a spider,

Resolutely exposed from the field of sciences -

She is in the region today - a craftsman, cool! -

National valor, instincts and shrines.

The Russian Empire is looking for time

Without any confidence in law and law -

Without pathos, the story is actually dead.

After all, we are not Estonia! After all, we are not Lithuania!

Russian historians are not cynics, not

Clopic Stoics, and scalds and priests!

Proud of military force, like a true Varangian,

Not the chronicle is dull, but they create a myth.

The sons of the father-teacher-wait, I will cross-

They will be able to protect her from enemy blasphemy.

Our path in dreaming dreams is degree and weight

With a set of historical excessive chromosomes.

The Medinsky Commission, your hour has come, hold on.

You see, baby son, with whom to make life today?

Like oklobystin, confidently river:

It is time to intervene in the battle for the truth.

Scientific matters entered one package

On a scale of artillery and nuclear missiles.

Black strength does not dare to prepare a Russian explosion,

The facts do not dare absorbent fogging Russian myth!

Where Russia is moving - no one will analyze:

A dead end, a fork, and Izhitsa - but there is before.

Landowner, breeder, spinning flattery -

But what she wants, the truth is.

Antichna, like a ruin, is innocent, like a dawn, -

Stolypin and Stalin, Tsar and rebel,

Samarina, Gagarina, Cheka and FSB,

The Frenchman and Tatar assigned to herself.

A homeland was born in the fire, it grew in the blood -

Under the canopy of God Odin and outside of good and evil,

Capricious, stubborn, defenders to match,

My wife, my sister and at the same time mother!

Stubborn-tolelobics cherish their enclave,

The laws of an alien logic are strongly corrected.

Someday-with anger worthy of our winters-

And we will also give a special physics.