A Traitor's Song

I don't want, Lord knows, to step on any toes,
That's why my mouth is always closed.
For if to open it I chose
Some folks might feel quite indisposed.
A sensitive president, a delicate cop --
Their tender hearts would surely stop!
Their fragile feelings we can't hurt,
So state security stays alert.

And the Lubyanka boys shouldn't give a break
To this filthy song by a faithless snake.
Whatcha waiting for, burn him at the stake!
For example's sake...
Check his tax returns with the finest comb!
Why is he still able to freely roam?
Lock this traitor up, and ransack his home --
And make sure to scan every crack!
And make sure to scan every crack!
And make sure to scan every crack!

I'd like to see what's outside my door,
But that's outlawed by Roskomnadzor.
We'll make a video of this song:
No sound, blank screen, five minutes long.
All harmlessness guidelines it will fit --
It'll be an instant YouTube hit.
And if you click "like," then without fail
You'll get a fine and a year in jail!

We've been placed face down by the Spetsnaz roughs,
We're trembling like autumn leaves of yesteryear.
They are searching for any forbidden stuff --
Almost all of the bookshelves have been cleared.
Poli sci, and sci-fi, and classic lit,
Harry Potter, Francis Coppola, Mandelstam --
All the things that together never fit
Onto the floor randomly have been slammed.
You would tell me, "Vanya, why go that way?
We've still got, thank Goodness, some breathing room!
After all, it's not Hitler or Pinochet,
Or the pock-marked Baron Vlad from 'Dune'..."
We're trembling like autumn leaves of yesteryear,
If you're not guilty, then you will bear the blame.
I shouldn't have said a word, forgive me, dear,
It was so cozy, at home, before the Spetsnaz came...