KPSS Punk

Не трезвонят колокола
Серп и молот на рукавах
То ли я полезу на танк
То ли я КПСС Панк

I put on a black leather jacket
And a cap with a steel red star
My best friend is still Lenin, check it
Dat's what you can see in my style
To success. I'm a punk till my
Metal hammer shines in ma hand
And da call of freedom is in my heart!

Ah! Let's show with da grim ghost
Of da communism to da bourgeois
Who's da motherfucking boss
Ah! Let's fabricate da beast
Of da soviet union, so now you know
Da force of da red fist (what?)

Не трезвонят колокола
Серп и молот на рукавах
То ли я полезу на танк
То ли я КПСС Панк
Не трезвонят колокола
Серп и молот на рукавах
То ли я полезу на танк
То ли я КПСС Панк

Yeah! from old mines and steel plants
And from factory depths
Ancient dusty basements
From da sick social unrest
And remote villages
From da knock of my chest

We get up to show what we're capable of
And what we can be right now
So it's time to rise and reload our guns or
Big black carabins. Lights out!
We're da ones who can work late night
We're da ones who stand for spaceflight
Cause we're living entire live
To keep da fire in tired eyes

Walking on da hood
Da sickle glitters in my hand
Very bright, dat's why I'm looking
Like a criminal element
Fuck avid morons
And diz world which has spurned
Us, we'll praise and we'll honour
Da KPSS PUNK

Не трезвонят колокола
Серп и молот на рукавах
То ли я полезу на танк
То ли я КПСС Панк

Не трезвонят колокола
Серп и молот на рукавах
То ли я полезу на танк
То ли я КПСС Панк