We go through the middle
From a whip to a whip.
White pilots ...
Dust by a pillar.
Up the belly of the boat,
Fishermen drink vodka.
Stack by stack ...
All the way.
Rejoice, squeak of trouble
We do not need a victory.
Come, starve yourself,
Launch your torpedo!
Gingerbread yes bagels
Wooden rubble.
Pile to columns
Bullhorn ..
Factories, factories on bandages,
Bandages, flour on cogs.
Broad home country
Here is the expanse of axes!
Rejoice, squeak of trouble
We do not need a victory.
Come, starve yourself,
Launch your torpedo!
We sit on the bench
Click the seeds.
Spitting, tapping ...
Sing it.
Not enough time
Scratch on the dark
In the left sickle, in the right coat of arms,
And we hammer with a hammer!
Rejoice, squeak of trouble
We do not need a victory.
Come, starve yourself,
Launch your torpedo!
Witch wait a minute
Serve the green poison poison,
You can't breathe widely without him,
Yes, the soul does not sing.
Pigeons are birds of God.
That we did not stand out in the face.
Pulled the clamps
And ponte ponte!
Rejoice, squeak of trouble
We do not need a victory.
Come, starve yourself,
Launch your torpedo!
Rejoice, squeak of trouble
We do not need a victory.
Come, starve yourself,
Launch your torpedo!
La la la ...
