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