The Red Wedding - Немецкий


Red Wedding greets you comrades
Keep your fists ready
Stop the red lines closed,
Then the day is not far off
Let us fight as socialists finally in a front
Fellow workers, communists, Red Front, Red Front

Left, left, left, left,
The drums are beaten,
Left, left, left, left,
The working class marches.
We do not ask you for association and party
Are you just being honest in the fight with it
Against injustice and reaction.
We are united by the need, by the famine.
We bind the victims in the fight against the enemy,
Our songs of the revolution.

Red Wedding greets you comrades
Keep your fists ready
Stop the red lines closed,
Then the day is not far off
Let us fight as socialists finally in a front
Fellow workers, communists, Red Front, Red Front

Left, left, left, left,
The fight will be continued,
Left, left, left, left,
A scoundrel who capitulated.
We carry the truth from house to house
And chase the lie the chimney
As Karl Marx and Lenin taught
And also beat the enemy our best dead
The Wedding comes back and Berlin remains red,
Thus Germany is the Germans.

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Left, left, left, left!
The drums are beaten,
Left, left, left, left!
The Red Wedding march!
We carry the truth from house to house
And chase the lie up the chimney,
As we taught the comrades.
We feed the hatred and we stir up the embers,
We heat the heart with strength and courage
Until the proletarian belongs to us.

Red Wedding, you greets, comrades,
Keep your fists ready.
Stop the red lines closed,
Then the day is not far off.
Even the red sun glows blazing on the horizon.
Fights, comrades, storm column.
Red front! Red front!

Left, left, left, left,
A scoundrel who capitulated.
Left, left, left, left!
The Red Wedding march!
They beat us enjoyed the dead,
But the Wedding lives and Berlin remains red.
It grows our secret army
And bring the people back their freedom,
Then the fascists feel our fist in the neck.
Then we snatched him the gun.

Red Wedding, you greets, comrades,
Keep your fists ready.
Stop the red lines closed,
Then the day is not far off.
Even the red sun glows blazing on the horizon.
Fights, comrades, storm column.
Red front! Red Front! 1929