As I walk through the ruins of my soviet town
The sky is solid grey and my morale is down!
Luxury yachts are putting out to sea,
Saluting with one finger to you and to me.
I get inside my Lada, pimped Adibas seat
Thank God it starts today, but I wish it had heat!
I owe Vadim vodka money, says one week to pay
Or he'll make my finger go away.
Gotta make some money, bank account in the red,
Maybe my salvation comes from a Zed.
I visit the recruiter, who says I'll be fine,
He wouldn't send me to the front line.


Cheap vodka, smoke and lies,
Living in the russian paradise!
Pretend that life is nice
Living in the russian paradise!
Shut up and mind your lives
Living in the russian paradise!
Criticize and window-dive
Goin' straight to russian paradise!


A week has passed and it's soldiering time!
Real man, defend the motherland, hold that line.
Learned to use footwraps, and fire a rusty gun,
Commander says: You'll be infantry, son.
Water and food? Everyone steals it.
Otherwise we get supplies when MoD feels it.
We drink from a ditch then mortars make us dive.
When we get the runs, that's how we know we're alive.
Tank tops flying like champagne corks, bodies painting walls
Anatoly takes a headshot and falls.
Our commander stole our vodka and our cigarettes - yay!
Now he's hiding ten kilometers away.


[Vocorder]
When that drone locks on your ass
You'll be fertilizing grass,
Sunflowers and other plants,
welcome to Ukrainian lands!


Cheap vodka, smoke and lies,
Dying in the vatnik paradise!
Pretend that life is nice
Dying in the vatnik paradise!
March forward - mud and mines
Dying in the vatnik paradise!
Try retreat and say goodbye
Goin' straight to vatnik paradise!

I receive a Russian welcome, with singing and parade
Got a front row seat, I can see it from my grave!
Orthodox priest gives a nice elegy
Same as for the other 50 guys that came before me!
Even after we give our lives for you
It's all the same, nothing is new.
Smoke, drink, smoke, eat, put up a happy front,
Sometimes get shitty coffee at "Tasty time of the month"
Why couldn't Saint Stalin open Heaven for me? I guess I'll
Hang around and party like it's 1993.
See Vova's private dacha with its furniture so lush? Looks like it's
Time to slip inside and nick his golden toilet brush!


Cheap vodka, smoke and lies,
Dying in the vatnik paradise!
Pretend that life is nice
Dying in the vatnik paradise!
Shut up, do as you're told
Dying in the vatnik paradise!
Criticize, you won't grow old
Goin' straight to vatnik paradise!


[Vocorder]
When that drone locks on your ass
You'll be fertilizing grass,
Sunflowers and other plants,
welcome to Ukrainian lands!

Yo. you punched your ticket to the circus.
Buy the ticket, take the ride.
Tick tock, it's HIMARS o'clock! Haha!
Hope your parents like their Lada, too bad the factory burned down.
The dildo of consequences rarely arrives lubed...