Текст песни Е.Новиков, Н.Прилепский - Диктатура пролетариата

I know many , it is not sweet ,
Thrice cursed and crucified;
But it turns out again from the grave
The dictatorship of the proletariat.
The dictatorship of the working class
Hating the rich,
Cobble together their wealth ,
On the backs of the workers humpback .
Cobble together a home and dachas .
Themselves round, so wives are smooth .
Distributing around handouts
A handout is visible sweet
Stake for them and easily and efficiently ,
As in the confectionery cutting cakes
Advancing foot on the throat
And bled from the aorta .
We forged swords into plowshares ,
A chained themselves shackles
 Oil Siberia metal Urals
Hammered into the kingdom of the alcoves .
But mashed this press
And robbed to the skin
We remember the beauty of the Dnieper
Hear the furious roar of Magnitogorsk
Remember voices Polyphony
Hands of friendship and songs of peace,
Silence of the Volga lёsa
Glaciers and snow Pamirs.
We did not obliterate the
Not help either ink or eraser
A Star dipped in blood
Not to make clumsy swastikas
We did not burn us not to flush flood.
You do not celebrate our funeral feast .
Beware ! coming Evropam
Restless , menacing ghost.