Oh, do the Russians want a war?
Don't ask the silence any more:
They've burst the silence all apart
With "Russian Spring's" explosive start,
With daily raucous howls of hate
Against a peaceful neighbor state,
With "Boeing" blasted from the sky:
The world is hearing,
The world is hearing,
The world is hearing their reply.
They've never lost their taste for fight.
They worship military might.
Conscription offices galore
Herd human cattle for the war.
"A Russian World" is what they boast,
"Don't stop us, we can make you toast!"
They need their empire, as before -
So do the Russians
So do the Russians
So do the Russians want a war?
Are they so eager to expand?
Ask folks across their sprawling land,
Whose life is short, full of disease
And misery, and vodka - these,
Between their vomit and diarrhea
Will proudly belch: "We've got Crimea!"
So say three Russians out of four...
Oh, do the Russians
Oh, do the Russians
Oh, do the Russians want a war?
Oh, do the Russians long for war?
Ask the Prague Spring, in days of yore.
An aged Finn, a Georgian youth -
And you can learn the self-same truth
In Baltic States, in Chechnya, and
Moldova, and in every land
Of which they ever crashed the door:
So do the Russians
So do the Russians
So do the Russians want a war?
Just ask around, and you will hear:
Ask all the neighbors, far and near -
The old, the young, the rich, the poor -
About the Russians and the war...
And they will make it clear to you:
So, do the Russians..?
So, do the Russians..?
So, do the Russians want..?
- They do!