boy drawing a swastika At the entrance of my house. Draw, do not be afraid, little rascal, Nothing for you Believe me, fool, it won't - Not those times today. You won't be judged for it. My humane country. And he will condemn - so not strictly, So as not to break the life of the boy. After all, you are in Russia, thank God, She is your own mother Not a foreign country Almost rotten through and through Where the Fritz still can't Come to your senses in horror.