Finlandia, Finlandia,
that’s where the Ivans were heading again.
When Molotov promised: "Yes, everything will go fine,
tomorrow we'll already be eating ice-cream in Helsinki.”
No Molotov, no Molotov
you told more lies than Bobrikov himself.
Finlandia, Finlandia,
The Mannerheim line was a harsh obstacle.
When artillery began firing from Karelia,
many Ivans stopped their babbling
No Molotov, no Molotov
you told more lies than Bobrikov himself.
Finlandia, Finlandia,
the invincible Red Army is afraid of it.
And Molotov said: "Well look at that,
the Chukhnas¹ are coming at our throats!"
No Molotov, no Molotov
you told more lies than Bobrikov himself.
Behind the Urals, behind the Urals,
is the cottage of Molotov.
People like Stalin and other cheaters are let to visit it,
including politruks, commissars and crooks from Petrozavodsk.
No Molotov, no Molotov
you told more lies than Bobrikov himself.