Our presses, comrades, the power of capital


Our presses, comrades, the power of capital,
King powerful everywhere.
However, comrades, the time has come
Wake up working common people.

Chorus:

We have to fight for a long time causes
Bourgeois, the enemy prevails everywhere;
Let a red flag means
The idea of ​​working people.

Police calls to order a bayonet,
We pop nonsense from the pulpit of the city,
King-Father only head nods:
Bourgeois, to know the owner of the throne (yes Mitya Trepov!)

We crush, mutilate, mercilessly fined
Crowds have driven to the grave;
However long our enemy trampling,
Oh, our time to come.

Down with the infamous power of capital,
Let the old world collapses around!
To arms, comrades, the time has come
Climb working common people.