Führer

Could it be that he was a child?

Could he drank hot milk, not blood?

Was his nature childishly mild?

Has he cried? Or he has not?

 

Was he always a chasm of evil

Which emits its demonic roar?

Could it be that this spawn of Devil

Called for mama instead for war?

 

No! Conceived by a prussian dullard,

After beer in a cheap beerhouse,

Both his small fists were yellow-colored,

Both his small fists resembled two claws.

 

His arrival was not allowed,

When he born he was cross and grim.

He don't cried, he squealed so loud

That his mother were scared of him.

 

Dmitri Kedrin