Communards will not be slaves


Spilled world waxwings, rustled,
When the morning dewy Path
Us to the edge of the bandits were to be shot
Near Kherson, and can, in Tripoli.
But we sang and sang, not a clone of goals
Tearing his shirt on his chest:
"Never, never, never
Communards are not slaves! "

We are relentless gnawing hunger and the throat,
We stagger typhoid winds
But kept all of us - from the bones but of living,
Yes, even from a desperate faith.
And around poverty, bosota, nudity,
But we have built, coal Rubai ...
we were not going to bow ...
Never never
Communards will not be slaves.

And in the name of Russia and far Grenade
Against tanks with swastika
We went into battle with the last bunch of grenades
And explode the last bunch.
Leaving the burning city,
We whispered charred mouths:
"All the same, we will win!
Never never
Communards are not slaves! "

And neither of us craftsmen dodge or lie,
Neither traitors all hypocrisy
Do not have lack of faith in Soviet power,
We do not have the Commune wrong!
And communes to deal with no one going,
We s get their own hands.
Let us not die:
"Never never
Communards are not slaves ".1967