Your mind won't be awoken by noises of demonstrations
A cyclop can't see the sun, he's blinded by shine of decorations
The world plays the pipe and closes mice in their cage
Priests and bitches are lackeys of the Kremlin
Peace! Labour! May!
An elation overfills me
May! Labour! Peace!
Commander, forgive us
Tear off ribbons, run for money
A dachshund can't have a free mind
Comissars, NKVD and war communism had returned
I became a helpless old I'll teen
Peace! Labour! May!
An elation overfills me
May! Labour! Peace!
Commander, forgive us
Peace! Labour! May!
An elation overfills me
May! Labour! Peace!
Commander, forgive us