Happy birthday, Cyril Syzransky!

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On the Volga, on the Volga my homeland ,
Where gulls not closely for wings ,
Fortunately beloved homeland
Born Syzranskaya Cyril!

Cyril T. knows
In the fullest sense of Arts
People zavsegda helps
Well purely Ivanushkin wolf .

He Syzran were born ,
Hence the title - Cyril
Then he studied at the Institute
And got a diploma !

At first he was a dissident
But Red Diploma received
And then he became insurgents
Though syzmalstva smoked a lot .

Yanukovych and Putin shaking ,
When he goes to the Maidan .
Obama plays the lute
And Merkel pattering .

And sees fuflogon sepulchres
In the eyes of his own mortal hour.
There will be no deck with marked
Mislead us.

The most competent , the wisest
Most humane and simple
Wind blows from the Volga your curls
You are for us is reliable and stable !

You have brought us to the palace of the kingdom , ,
Showed us the way and the goal in the darkness ,
Well you see you sad on the road
In a dilapidated old fashioned shushune ?

 In the vastness of Syzran my homeland ,
Sell ​​paintings for a century
Glory to you, O Syzransky favorite
Most humane person .