The Führer and the Komsomol Girls

  And so they took from the scarlet nipples of the chest as if they were hammered with shock lightning.

  And they fly through the air. And everyone will burn to the ground, and then both chocolates and sweets will fall from above.

  And the warriors sang:

  We are chocolate girls

  We love to eat pies...

  And such, you know, okay,

  Weakness is out of our hands!

  The warriors smiled with their pearly, sparkling teeth, like precious jewelry boxes.

  And they sang again, roaring:

  One two Three,

  Break all enemies...

  Four, eight, five -

  Kill the evil orcs!

  Nine, six, seven

  No problem!

  And the beauties of the word will laugh out of the ruby nipples of their breasts, into which fiery and lethal pulsars are already flying for the umpteenth time.