Текст песни колыбельная - Новый 37-ой

On a dark scarlet night
The cry crunches mute.
The world GULAG is coming.
37th again!

Again to the dachas, again to the huts
Funnels fly up
Deputies, delegates
Get on bayonets

That forgiving enemies is a joy
This thought is akin to us
Only we first need
For them to die!

Step under the steel comb
Rows in a row
GULAG opened its gates
Let's drive hell into our souls!

From the domes of churches and temples
We will drop all Gods
Break into pieces zealously
The life of fat priests

Our hammer, rise like a whirlwind
Let the cartilage break
We will grind everyone into porridge
There will be streams of blood

Step under the steel comb
Rows in a row
GULAG opened its gates
Let's drive hell into our souls!

Blood freezes and Stalin rises again
Meet us all in love
So that the debris of bodies rushed faster
Let's drown the world in blood!

On a dark scarlet night
The cry crunches mute.
The world GULAG is coming.
37th again!