Вера и верность!
Sorry for my poor english.
Cold voice from the past whispers words of the song
Cold wind from the last revolution in crown
Of freedom, whose face only grin of a skull
Your god with its mace nothing more, than a trull
How much is your life, which is free of the dream?
How much is your life, if you can only scream
In grief for a sun on your littery shore
Where justice and truth will revived nevermore?
So take the red banner from ancestors hand
From Lenin, from Stalin, from soviet land
For our future, for life on the Earth
Empire will reborn from the heart of the North!
The Kingdom of lie on American land
A country that tries rule the world with its hand
Where profit and blood on a scale always same
And no reward for the winners of game
In web of a banks only meanness can shine
In un-human rank vice and blindness make line
Raise weapon against rotten marketing world
Heretics must cleansed by the flame in their hold!
So take the red banner from ancestors hand
From Lenin, from Stalin, from soviet land
For our future, for life on the Earth
Empire will reborn from the heart of the North!
Cold voice from the past whispers words of the song
Cold wind from the last revolution in crown
Of freedom, whose face only grin of a skull
Your god with its mace nothing more, than a trull
How much is your life, which is free of the dream?
How much is your life, if you can only scream
In grief for a sun on your littery shore
Where justice and truth will revived nevermore?
So take the red banner from ancestors hand
From Lenin, from Stalin, from soviet land
For our future, for life on the Earth
Empire will reborn from the heart of the North!
The Kingdom of lie on American land
A country that tries rule the world with its hand
Where profit and blood on a scale always same
And no reward for the winners of game
In web of a banks only meanness can shine
In un-human rank vice and blindness make line
Raise weapon against rotten marketing world
Heretics must cleansed by the flame in their hold!
So take the red banner from ancestors hand
From Lenin, from Stalin, from soviet land
For our future, for life on the Earth
Empire will reborn from the heart of the North!