from "The Ballad of Bunnies" by Oleg Medvedev

In the land that's beyond the sea, life is sweet like a smear of honey;
In his hole (with a nice white fence) old Br'er Rabbit sat rather bored,
But tonight he was meeting friends: Roger Rabbit and Playboy Bunny,
Drinking vodka and talking shop, quiet menace in every word.

Playboy Bunny said: I've grown sick being a label for naked asses,
And last night I have killed them all, cut them up with my trusty blade,
I've got hope, I've got knives and guns, and a little book with addresses,
If you'll have me, I'll go with you, I am ready to start the raid.

Said Bre'r Rabbit: For goodness' sake, being good is for stupid dreamers,
Not for rabbits like you and I. Notice, friends, that my rabbit teeth
Have become evil cobra fangs, quite unheard of by Uncle Remus,
And, enough for a hundred kills, ancient venom is stored beneath.

Roger said: death, and life, and love have been made dirty, cheap and shallow,
Hollywoodian breasts are fake, threats are empty and jokes are crude,
I am ready to come with you, on a raid, like a jolly fellow,
May the devil himself take lead, I would follow him, yes I would.

See the bunnies begin the raid, on a misty and chilly morning,
See them cut through a grassy plain, wind caressing the fluffy fur,
Were the bunnies to meet with us - they would waste us without a warning,
When the bunnies go on a raid, we lay low, and we dare not stir.