Whatever happened to Russia’s ‘three-day war’? Russian comedian Semyon Slepakov turned a beloved pop hit into a war parody song.
Caution: This text contains obscene language.
Russian comedian Semyon Slepakov has released a musical parody, “A Little War,” set to the tune of Natasha Korolyova’s hit “A Little Country.”
In the new song, Slepakov criticizes Vladimir Putin (not named in the lyrics, though it’s clear who’s meant) for his decision to launch a “small victorious war” against Ukraine — one the Kremlin expected to “be over in three days.” Instead, the full-scale war is in its fifth year. Russians, not just Ukrainians, are now suffering from shelling and drone strikes, and the strikes have set off a fuel crisis in regions across the country. As the song tells it — and not only in the song — Putin himself is hiding from Ukrainian drones and refuses to stop the fighting.
Within four hours of posting, the song had drawn more than 60,000 likes on Instagram.
Here is the full text of the song:
If you've a great big country lying ever in your hand,
But all the same you've judged it tiny — just a little land,
Then in a burst of insight you'll conclude what's needed more:
A quick, triumphant, neighborly, and tiny little war.
A little war, a little war —
Win it in three days, and it will trouble you no more.
Drones swoop over the capital, the country's fucking floored;
Almost five long years now, how this little war has roared.
Any fool — even Shaman — can see peace must come today
But, no, it’s all going to plan. Hooray! Hooray!
The price of gas keeps climbing, but the nation’s not the point —
The point is one anointed ass — so guards, don't disappoint.
The main thing? No drone can learn just where it's tucked away.
With radio silence, it slips out low: Hooray! Hooray!
Если большая в подчинении есть у тебя страна,
Но ты решил, что, тем не менее, маленькая она.
Можно прийти в просветлении этом к выводу, что нужна
Победоносная с соседом маленькая война.
Маленькая война, маленькая война.
Через три дня успешно будет завершена она.
Дроны летают над столицей, в ахуе вся страна.
Пять долгих лет почти уж длится маленькая война.
И ясно ежу, и даже Шаману, что мир заключать пора,
Но кто-то твердит, мол, все по плану. Ура! Ура! Ура-а-а!
Растет на бензин цена, но главное не страна.
А чтобы была в ней надежно жопа защищена одна.
Главное, чтоб не узнали дроны, где она, где она.
Для конспирации очень тихо звук издает она: Ура! Ура! Ура-а-а!