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A Siberian wind blows over Bohemia
The women are angry at the mill gates
From the banks of the Volga to the Niemen delta
Time has passed, it has passed for nothing
Since no god in heaven is interested in us
Lenin get up they have gone mad
You, Vladimir Ilyich, are right, you're joking.
You who traveled in a sealed wagon
When you see the Holy Father, your cousin from Poland
Blessing all his faithful in his armored car
You, Vladimir Ilyich, are you at least shivering?
Seeing the drawers of bureaucracy
Filled with all the names of people we imprison
Or that we send to die on the borders of the country
You, Vladimir Ilyich, in the sun from beyond the grave
How many years does it take to earn four cents?
When you know the price you put into a bomb
Lenin get up they have gone mad
Where have the paths of hope gone?
In what night, in the depths of what fog
Nothing has changed, you damned of the Earth.
Have not found the exit from Hell
You who dreamed of equality for men
You must fall from high in your eternity
In front of all these old men in superb uniforms
And these people's houses, in private neighborhoods
Oh, you Vladimir Ilyich, if you are the prophet
Come talk to us again in the heart of Moscow
And spread the news across the planet
Friends of mankind, they have gone mad
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