Gomon groznoy tolpy, smrad i vonʹ
Vzglyady zloby polny, nadorvannyy smekh
Iskrami alymi placha fakely seyut ogonʹ
Plamya skvozʹ broshennyy khvorost dvizhet·sya vverkh

Tvoikh grekhov, pravitelʹ, ne schestʹ vovek
Zolotoy korony otnyne ne nositʹ tebe
Tvoyemu potomstvu, pravitelʹ, daruyem smertʹ
Vam plyasatʹ segodnya bosymi na bolʹshom kostre

V nedrakh trushchob sredi gryazi i cherni
V temnykh uglakh gde skryvayet·sya mgla
Chrez bytiye nishchety i lisheniy
Tyanut·sya k svetu tsvety zla