"Farewell, Farewell, Unwashed Russia"

Farewell, farewell, unwashed Russia, The land of slaves, the land of lords, And you, blue uniforms of gendarmes, And you, obedient to them folks.

Perhaps beyond Caucasian mountains I’ll hide myself from your pashas, From their eyes that are all-seeing, From their ever hearing ears.

Żegnaj mi Rosjo niedomyta Прощай, немытая Россия (Лермонтов)