Дездемон Сидоров - Анархистка
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She always gets her kicks,
Dreaming of buying a gun,
Driving her dead uncle's bike without a license,
Both the thug and the cop avoid her,

Bakunin is bookmarked on her shelf,
Makhno in black marker on the wall,
She holds a guitar, strumming the strings,
Looking at the smoke, and the city through the window,

The road runs far,
And above it, stars like sparks,
A thread from the devil and God,
In the fist of an anarchist,
Outside the system and the law,
Smiles behind a mask,
Ready for revolution,
So beautiful and dangerous,

Anarchist

She puts the kettle on in the morning,
under the Civil Defense and Desdemona,
A boy secretly loves her,
and she's closer to the spirit of Proudhon,

Having her backpack slung over her shoulders,
the city is covered in her protests,
A hundred leaflets in one evening,
About enemies and arrests,

The road runs far,
And above it, Stars-sparks
A thread from the devil and God,
In the fist of an anarchist
Outside the system and the law,
Smiling under her mask
Ready for revolution
So beautiful and dangerous

Anarchist

Whether the snow melts or not,
Life is neither a bed of roses nor a fairy tale
Dogs bark at her back
She hides her laughter under her mask

The road runs far,
And above it, stars-sparks
A thread from the devil and God,
In the fist of an anarchist
Outside the system and the law,
Smiling under her mask
Ready for revolution
So beautiful and dangerous

Anarchist