Aria of the Varangian Guests

Down the thorny, puked-upon roads, over the bumps, And through the mud-pits we fucked our Land Cruiser Jeep to death, And drove ourselves completely nuts unto death. Fucked it to death, and groaned our own way into the grave. How far away you are, Muscovy, Far from the Universal Wisdom! Here thrive incessant drunks, demonic possession, Diarrhea and tackiness. A quick remark about the diarrhea: It isn't the banal or classic kind here, It mostly comes from a lack of spirituality, From cynicism and pretentious vulgarity. Down the thorny, puked-upon roads, over the bumps, And through the mud-pits we fucked our Land Cruiser Jeep to death, And drove ourselves completely nuts unto death. You are far away, Muscovy, Far from the Universal Wisdom! Here thrive incessant drunks, demonic possession, Diarrhea and tackiness. In every house, the door is off its hinges for our mass. Tune in! And we'll knock back your vodka. We'll knock back your vodka! We'll knock back your vodka!