It was in 1941
It was in the forty-first year
I was thirteen years old then.
I'm leaving the damn house
I look at the garden, there are a lot of f**king Germans, absolutely f**king
I'm f**king putting on, f**k, my kurze boots,
laces-pussy, tied on three bows, damn it!
I'm running, f**k you.
They shoot shit!
Snow up to my knees, corn, damn it, I had such a green plant, and they pulled it up with the roots, damn it, you f**kers!
That's bullshit!
I, f**king, fought back and fought back, and I think, well, f**k him!
I have a small knife, I got on my horse and I'm going.
I waved that knife, waved... No luck!
F**ked off the horse's head!
Get the f**k off that horse. I see a c**t! One f**k is crawling, right at me!
I put a helmet over his eyes, pussies! Hovfan how he gave... well, the c**t is short... the eyes shot out, the helmet bent, arms and legs were torn...
What to do?!
Here the crowd is going to get out, f**k... I ran away, damn it, I took out a machine gun from my pocket, two cartridges, damn it, from my backpack, a c**t, and ta-ta-ta-ta-ta as I started, I scribbled there for twenty minutes, damn it. ....
That's it... that's it...
