Despite wasted words and hammering formalities.
My russia you strove and fought to be free.
Do not bind your feet now.
Just when you were beginning to run.
Here is a rose for tears, A thorn for hope and
Blood dripped as your borders shifted endlessly.
May nothing have been in vain.
posess every child and name it liberty.
Remember me still, hold my hands
And we shall leap off this cliff in faith.
Curse Russia, its soldiers and its hate-filled people...
I spit on Russia...
I feel compelled to do this 
either you are stupid or doing a very good impression, you don’t like the writing? don’t comment.
The russia is not literal.