What sort of leaders are these
We've surrendered our nation
By the degree by which they are free
To falsely inflate their worth
To falsely call out with their pride
These are the fools who lead us
And it is only the jester who cried
We as a nation are failed
We who believed in our granduer
When Smolensk and our people are lost
How the court entertains
While the frontiers and cities pass
Without any regret for the cost
