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You never will be now born,

In hell you will be only cry,

What alcohol you make to try?

And under wall, a very cold

And dirty lie you dead the bod.

In dark material you sleep,

Your spirit  dead in awful deep.

God, save the president!

Эта моя версия гимна России, который, как мне считается, должен звучать на английском языке, на языке интернационала, дабы быть понятным всем народам мира.

(На музыку «God, save the queen!».)

God, save us president,

Padre of government.

Present him greatest health,

For the work most intense,

Victory in the wars,

Ruled on ground and on mars,

Righting us many years,

True and proud many slaves.

Right take us president,

He make huge us the land,

Stand us throne century,

Symbol of liberty.

Strong stand his throne,

(Далее музыка «Славься, славься...».)

And president us – all the people patron!

Your throne – is the best in the world of thrones,

You ruled of the us, of the all warriors!

Viva, viva, us president,

Viva you favorite us motherland,

And in every century us the strong

My great fatherland with the history long.

Viva, viva, us president,

Viva you favorite us motherland,

And in every century us the strong

My great fatherland with the history long.

The ode to beer.

All people love a walks to bar,

In mountains and on the mar

We love the beer in older time,

And will love children you and mine.

In German the best in the world engineers,

Because the every morning they drinking the beers

For all the world they very need,

So, only they can the machine complete.

Strong beer have hit to brain,

But life the su

All world with beer became to color,

But beer without life it’s horror.

This only test, the lucky test,

Who drink the beer, that is the best.

By when the beer is brown,