Алерта feat. Тэм Булатов - Колокол
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I'm not happy about something
From the evil nature of existence
There has been no union for thirty years -
It's all a series of troubles

So that there is no comparison of days,
The mausoleum is being draped for us,
But I'm getting more and more rash
I remember Ilyich

Working people live in need -
He is deliberately oppressed
And every day is an example of this
Just look around - here and there!

But sleeping people walk nearby,
Tired workers
And I a hundred times a day
I'm ringing their bell

- Do you work for “uncle”?
So you are one of us!
Wake up, proletarian,
And realize your class!
You take out the exploiters
On your own hump,
And you sit there resignedly
Yes, rolling my lip

I'm not happy about something
From the evil nature of existence
Any huckster, bug and pop
The red flag is slanderous

And in the Duma there are communists
Still, their hands are unclean -
To serve the bourgeoisie,
This is my opinion

What should the common people do?
Don't expect a miracle from the sky
Koschey himself will not die
And the evil fetish of things

So what are you waiting for sleeping,
Tired workers?
How many times a day
I'm ringing your bell

- Do you work for “uncle”?
So you are one of us!
Wake up, proletarian,
And realize your class!
You take out the exploiters
On your own hump,
And you sit there resignedly
Yes, rolling my lip

Strike, trade union -
Let's take some of the load off!
And thanks to the power of the masses
We'll still live until October!