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Peninsula (island) Crimea

A ghost, a ghost, a smoke…

Will you be close and dear

Or will you be a stranger?

Everyone shouted here «Krymnas»

With saliva and squeal as much

Who was silent and shrugged his shoulders

Take those on a pencil

Far, but the output is simple

We will build the best Bridge

To the oligarch – privileges

Ungainly mobile – to the post

Bloom our new land

Enjoy, light up

How to sit under the udder

Desnys in the blood yourself rip off

Crimea you are mine for a long time

And I can say one thing

On you who warms his hands

I probably do not care