Do not tease the Russian bear: excellent insightful poem

[Anthea]

Lovely overseas neighbors,
Saturated, hungover like gods,
Do not wake the Russian bear.
Let him sleep peacefully in his den.
Do not interfere with the reign and rule,
Eating and drinking while the heart beats.
You can not imagine,
What will it all turn out for you!
You've kicked him more than once,
Humiliated, sprinkled with dust,
They crucified on a Russian birch,
Burned with fire and drowned in a sank.
And when confidence is winning
Gave you a sweet chill ,
The roar of a Russian bear's womb
Suddenly distributed in your hallway.
What do you think, brothers, are you not sitting at home?
So it pulls, flying in for a smell,
The generous of Russian soil
Take and take from Kosolapy!
How many years have you been thinking of a wicked mind?
Your crowded newspapers,
Mall "what right do we have
To one sixth of the planet!? "
We have come here by the will of God,
They did not steal their honor.
And it's not for you to judge our fate!
We did not steal our wealth.
Our unbreakable foundation -
Sail on, bow to the horseshoe,
Beringi, Khabarovy, Dezhnevy,
Ermaki, Poyarkov, Zaikov.
Ladies, gentlemen, gentlemen, ladies,
To hell with unintentionally stepping,
Do not tease the Russian bear:
Your pampering will go sideways.
You will deceive him a hundred times,
Clean it up to the thread in the pumpkin.
After all, any mercy you have is paid,
Your gods are bars of gold.
Your credo-divide and conquer,
Your truth is the truth of Power.
You are used to sitting over the flock,
Grave the unfortunate ones.
But the Russian sees a brother in everyone,
I do not accept mediocrity and lying.
The truth is the most important thing to him.
And the most precious thing is Justice.
Because from the bottom of every hell,
Where no one else can survive,
The Russian will suddenly rise from the ashes,
From the shaking and road rage.
Will blow out the embers of the bloody battle,
Washes the eyes in a pure spring,
Read prayers in front of the icon...
And he will come to your house one night.
All gone by powder and blood,
Leading around with a tired look,
He will die over your head
And he will look you in the eye with reproach.
And before you turn off the lights,
He will ask, summarizing his ex:
-Why did you come to me in Russia?
Or do I owe you?
You will realize that the payment has come.
But, as it turned out, there is nothing to pay.
The Russian would probably forgive his brother.
Only you are not his brother, but filth.
And the soul, squeezed into flesh,
Tereba under the frown gaze of the guest,
You will curse a thousand times
That's a stupid idea "Drang Fuck Austen".
Thirsty for new territories
For baseball, rugby or golf,
Read a story or two
About Napoleon and Adolf.
Die with the dust of the copper!
You will have to answer for the stupidity!
Do not wake the Russian bear.
Maybe then it will work out.