Source: HRO.org (info), 14/07/12 

· Human rights education 

This videoclip of a song by Aleksandr Levin about the Power Vertical is, in our opinion, an excellent way to illustrate the phantasmagoric actions of the Russian federal government over the last few weeks. The hunt for "foreign agents" amidst NGOs, the introduction of censorship on the Internet, the anti-constitutional limitations of the right to assembly. It really is starting to look like "the feudal lords' last feast"... 

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Aleksandr Levin 

"When the trumpet sounds over the Motherland..." 

When the trumpet sounds over the Motherland,
when thunder peals over the Motherland,
and darkness gathers over the Motherland,
and gas runs out in the pipes,
the Head of our Motherland stands up,
and the Deputy Head of our Motherland,
and the Deputy Deputy Head of our Motherland,
and they call us to them. 

And to this call without delay
runs the Section Chief
and the Unit Commander,
and the Commandant, and the Aide de Camp,
runs the Supervisor,
and the First Deputy for Reinforcements,
and the Nation's Representative
carrying a suitable banner. 

…Runs the Head of the Cavalry,
behind him the Head of the Artillery,
behind him the Head of Bookkeeping -
that enchanting Chief Accountant,
behind her the Office Clerk,
behind him the parliamentarians en masse, 
with children and the landed classes at their heels,
in high spirits running along. 

…Runs the Army Commander,
runs the Head of Personnel,
runs the Head of Buckets,
Spades, Mops and Brooms.
…Runs the Division Director,
runs the Procedures Assistant,
the Special Parliamentary Envoy,
and the governors in their hordes. 

Runs the Minister of Information,
behind him the Minister of Navigation,
and then the Minister of Vaccinations
trembling like a leaf...
…Runs the Chief Medical Officer for Sanitation,
runs the Senator from Tataria,
runs the Senator from Mordovia,
but he doesn't run out of happiness.

…Runs the owner of the oil pipeline,
behind him the owner of the gas pipeline,
behind him the owner of the beer pipeline,
doddering along at a trot, somewhat,
runs the owner of the sanatorium,
behind him the owner of the serpentarium,
with children and the landed classes at their heels,
run, run, run, run.... 

And the darkness over the Motherland will fade away,
and the sun will grow crimson in the sky,
and all the misfortune will be overcome,
and the gas will again run in the pipes,
when the Head of our Motherland,
and the Deputy Head of our Motherland,
and the Deputy Deputy Head of our Motherland
stir the people to action!