Кобзон - Коммунары не будут рабами
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The waking world waxed, rustled,
When in the morning a dew path
The bandits led us to the cliff for shooting
Under Kherson, or maybe in Tripol.
But we sang and sang, not a tile,
On the chest, tearing the shirts:
“Never, never, never
Kommunars will not be slaves! "

The ruthless hunger gloomed and strangled us,
We struck typhoid winds,
But we all held on - from the bones and from the veins,
Yes, even from a desperate faith.
And around poverty, barefoot, nudity,
But we built, the coal was chopped ...
We did not go to bow ...
Never ever
Kommunars will not be slaves.

And in the name of Russia and distant Grenades
Against tanks with fascist swastika
Went on the attack with the last bunch of grenades
And the last ligament exploded.
Leaving the flaming cities,
We whispered with carbonated mouths:
“Let's win anyway!
Never ever
Kommunars will not be slaves! "

And from us neither crawlers are cracked or lie,
Not traitors of all hypocrisy
Did not achieve nonsense into Soviet power,
Not achieved in the commune of nonsense!
And the commune, not going to deal with anyone,
We will get with our own hands.
May not die in us:
"Never ever
Kommunars will not be slaves. ”