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Yo, as you know,
In the Soviet Union, they executed for everything.
If you even picked up three ears of corn from the ground,
And you were sent to the Gulag.
Evil NKVD agents watched everyone.
People lived in fear.
And this is a true story about one ice cream vendor.

Dud' is on the line, and I'm reporting from Kolyma.
Roman Romanov is with us to reveal the terrible facts.
About human atrocities, stages, and convicts.
How the state broke lives for nothing, shedding blood.
Naturally, we're not pushing proof.
We won't bother getting it out because it's not the right lunar day.
Does our friendly team really have a reason to rant?
Everyone already knows that Stalin was a reptilian and ate children.
It was 1937.
People were running out, and they started shooting cats and chickens.
Here are a couple of photos of shell casings and bullets with feathers and fur.
A local resident who witnessed those stories in As a child
There was a girl named Sveta, she sold ice cream
She once treated her friends to ice cream without bringing in the profits
The commander-in-chief was personally involved
Five minutes to pack, a black maroon, good luck on the road

Three ears of corn and you're at the interrogation
A baton flies at your face
Working half-starved in the cold
A guard is always ready to shoot
Three ears of corn and you're at the interrogation
A baton flies at your face
Working half-starved in the cold
Catch a bullet

Most likely, this was Sveta's last good day
Leaving the Gulag was harder than leaving the sects
Crossbows on the wall, a ditch with snakes behind it
And inside the court, the NKVD hangs someone unknowingly
After all, the ore gave the leader energy and mana
They constantly mined blows for refusal, the chopping block
Roman Romanov says, citing Papers
So secret that only he was allowed to look at them
But we're not communists to ask for numbers
Here's Maly Theater actor Konstantin Zalupipkin
Winner of the Iron Cudgel Prize
Why do we need scientists? Now he's going to tell us the truth
What were your uncle and father imprisoned for?
What do you mean, "for what?" Of course, there's nothing, like everyone else.
I forgot the text: "When should I cry?" Thank you all, here's your fee, good luck at the Maly Theater.
I hope you, kids, enjoyed my film.
You learned a lot about the bloody Bolshevism.
Of course, I'm not an expert on history.
But if they pay me, I might do it wrong.
Thank you, Roman Romanov, for your contribution to the production.
I wish you new budget funds and positions from the state.
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Three ears of corn and you're interrogated.
A baton flies at your face.
Working half-starved in the cold.
A sentry is always ready to shoot.
Three ears of corn and you're interrogated.
A baton flies at your face.
Working half-starved in the cold.
Catch a bullet.