Манагер и Родина - Идеальный град
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He stepped into a revolution like a pool
From the yard to the rally and the soldier to the front
The regimental commissar mumbled the slogan
That there is a contrast and what is our proletarian duty

Grounded the scatter of the Moloch
Bones, fate, dome broke
While the man quenched his hunger
On the bourgeois, trying the handshake of the bayonet

Escorting to volleys of fallen
To the Bolshevik red paradise
To forever cleanse the earth from filth
Grow children in blue cities
Where everyone feels free
Not understanding the stunning soul of fear

White Guards drove off by the sea
Believing in the fortress of the working masses
I defeated the ruin on enthusiasm
Wounds, healing in hospitals

And he is in a hurry home after wanderings
Having received a letter from the mother
The homeland met a stranger
Offering a hero as a reward trade yoke

Nepmans are glistening under the lads
Retired fighters sour in the offices
But behind the county bustle I saw the world without bad
On canvas depicting the perfect hail
Where everyone feels free
Not understanding the stunning soul of fear

Does anyone need a piece of canvas now
When the guns are silent, the dreams strangles
Friends at the meeting grinned in the back
His breakthrough in the future century

This is in the trench to the layman of grief
Victory will last, make up for his
When the Bolshevik is one in the field of a warrior
Sends a tide of rage in a pitch

Squeezed carts at the bazaar at night
The next morning the city burned to the ground
Leaving the sobe in mind in the souls
Depriving fellow -house housing
Pushing to wander behind unfamiliar freedom
Yes, against the will, plunge into class collapse