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Rus
By Khalil Rza Uluturk

Snowy Siberia,
Sunny Caucasus,
Global paradise,
Turan and Turkestan.

Grain-raising Ukraine, joyful Belarus,
Moldova, Crimea,
Vilnius, Prague,
Tallinn and Riga.

Rus¹ seized all this, but had no time to swallow,
Cuckold, son of a cuckold.
They say the empire of evil has pegged out,
Shall we believe it?
If this viper² has pegged out,
Then who stirs up Sadval against us?

Inveterate enemy of not one people, but entire world,
Mad dog with a bloody mouth – Rus,
Murderer of brave Enver³, Javad Khan⁴
Rus – bedding⁵ of the entire world.

Spit into his spiteful eyes or look with hatred!
Look, until his remains turn into dust,
Is this good-for-nothing ashamed?
He is not a man, he is Rus, Rus.
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Lord of hunger and blood,
His bayonet is sharper than fire, his eyes are as cold as ice – Rus,
Even the best of them, Pushkin, wrote:
"Accept it, Caucasus, Yermolov is coming."
The idiot wrote just like this.
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Who entered Kelbajar like into hell,
Into poisoned death,
Turning shells into … tanks,
If not the Russian, then who
Sowed fire and death in Geytep and Shushi?
Architect of hell,
Poison of mouths –
Rus.

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