Finlandia, Finlandia!
That's where the bastard Ivans were heading again.
As Molotov drank he pledged: "Nothing will go wrong!
Tomorrow we'll be eating ice cream in Helsinki!"
No Molotov, no Molotov!
You told more lies than Bobrikov himself.
Nyet Molotov, nyet Molotov!
Of ev'ry goddamn phony you're one yourself!
Finlandia, Finlandia!
Mannerheim sure was one helluva barrier;
When arms started firing from Karelia,
Many Ivans started to shut the hell up!
No Molotov, no Molotov!
You told more lies than Bobrikov himself.
Nyet Molotov, nyet Molotov!
Of ev'ry goddamn phony you're one yourself!
Finlandia, Finlandia!
Here the Red Army you call "invincible" sucks ass.
So Molotov cried to his Ivans: "Alas!
The chukhnas are coming! the chukhnas are coming!"
No Molotov, no Molotov!
You told more lies than Bobrikov himself.
Nyet Molotov, nyet Molotov!
Of ev'ry goddamn phony you're one yourself!
Behind the Urals, behind the Urals,
There the croft where Molotov will sleep in.
We'll throw in Stalin and other shitheads –
Politruks, commissars and those bastard Reds!
No Molotov, no Molotov!
Remember the very day Bobrikov was shot!
Nyet Molotov, nyet Molotov!
Just know that the Russians better stay out!