Буревестник [Burevestnik] [English translation]

Forward shearwater, the sun has risen

The time for the news has come

Planet Earth is tired under the weight

You cannot live like a pig any more.

Bourgeois are dancing on our humps

We work for a discount place in the coffins

We are divided and crashed like a flea,

In unison, lets count to three.

One, two, one two three!

This is the song of the builders of the new world

Those, who haven't snuffed it from the pain or the drinking

This song is for the workers of the new formation

Those, who haven't merge into the urine of degradation.

Forward world-builders, Mercury is our brother,

Let the soldier and sailor throw down their rifles

Salves are killed by oil and ore

And instead of stamps - a gold star.

This is the song of the builders of the new world

Those, who haven't snuffed it from the pain or the drinking

This song is for the workers of the new formation

Those, who haven't merge into the urine of degradation.

Peace and freedom - This is our goal

This is our theses, this is our April.

Spit on the church-party allegiance

Friendship is the religion of the new people.

This is the song of the builders of the new world

Those, who haven't snuffed it from the pain or the drinking

This song is for the workers of the new formation

Those, who haven't merge into the urine of degradation.

This is the song of the builders of the new world

Those, who haven't snuffed it from the pain or the drinking

This song is for the workers of the new formation

Those, who haven't merge into the urine of degradation.