Перевод: Михаил Морозов
Lieutenant Ivanov, where are you these days?
Without pants, you go to the parade
You're strolling there religiously nude.
You are inspired by electric haze.
When from parade you walk back to your house
You neighbors hide in bushes from your eyes
And your revolver's diamond-sparkling light
Always confused my tender eye
And in the night you candle stays lit late
When you hunt down the bedbugs in the haste
And stomp the flies with heavy army boot
To be your enemy's no good!
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