Worker of Moscow,
you see
everywhere:
in the boilers -
asphalt brew,
rafters,
tapping
and smoke all day,
and prices
creep goods.
The Union will flourish
at the fields in the frame,
over the years
we will divide into his paradise.
We are the earth
have won
and rules,
cleaning it
and rebuilding.
Burzhui
also,
in a fist not whistling,
sneeze
on our smoke.
They know,
that a few years later -
we -
we will be invincible.
Opened
shpane
bourgeois treasury,
want,
so that the breeder will pass us.
From all sides,
rumbling and terrible,
goes
on Tips
danger.
Today
Soviet power show:
in reply
to the wrath of Chamberlain
per second
put on
mask,
bayonets shine in brilliance.
Do not think,
so that loans
they gave us.
Store
republic
on their own pennies.
In response to Chamberlains
take off, squadron,
screws
enemy heaven is crumb!
Country with us
soft and kind,
but the land of the Soviets-
do not touch:
To that,
who will come to take freedom,
be able to
shave
claws.
1927
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