2018.11.08.
It's all Putin's fault!
Who ate all my chocolates?!Who slept in my little bed?!
Who broke all my toys?!
It's not an elephant, and not Pushkin either.
It's Putin! It's all his fault!
It's Putin! Curse him!
It's Putin! He rubs his hands together!
N-n-n... Naughty Putin!
That's what my dad uses to say
when I start crying.
When everything goes wrong
and is such a poo-poo.
Don't you try to cut off my dad,
don't you worry about my dad!
My dad is always right,
my dad knows the truth.
My dad worked a lot,
he wouldn't speak for nothing.
My dad knows more
than anybody else in the world.
He knows why things are that way,
he knows what it all means.
He doesn't know where Mom
stashes the dough though
(and I don't know either)
We're plagued by mosquitoes all summer, and winter's not better.
The weather stinks in Autumn, we're never at rest!
If anything goes wrong,
dad immediately goes:
It's Putin! He makes our lives hell!
It's Putin! It's all his doing!
It's Putin! He sold out the country!
He's such... such a naughty guy!
Who ate all my chocolates?!
Who slept in my little bed?!
Who broke all my toys?!
It's not an elephant, and not Pushkin either.
It's all Putin's fault!