Текст песни Манагер и Родина - Идеальный град

In stepped revolution as a pool
From the yard to the meeting and a soldier on the front
Regimental Commissar otchekanival slogan
What is contra and what our proletarian duty

Russ grinds Moloch
Broken bones, fate, domes
While man quenched their hunger
On Bourgeois, trying to shake the bayonet

Seeing a fallen volleys
In the Bolshevik Red paradise
To permanently cleanse the land of filth
Raising children in blue cities
Where everyone feels free
Not understanding stunning soul fear

Whites drove across the sea
Believing in the fortress of the working masses
The enthusiasm overcame devastation
Wounds heal in hospitals

So hurry home after wandering
Receiving a letter from his mother
Homeland met a stranger
Offering hero reward trade yoke

Glistened under nepmen profits,
In offices mope retired soldiers
But behind the bustle of the county saw a world without contamination
On canvas depicting a perfect hail
Where everyone feels free
Not understanding stunning soul fear

Do I need someone now a piece of canvas
When the guns fall silent, dreams strangles account
Familiar with the meeting grinned back
His breakthrough in the next century

This trench layman Mount
The victory breaks out, catch up their
When the Bolsheviks one soldier in the field
Send to hell fury tip

Lit carts on the market at night
The next morning the city burned up
Leaving the memory in the minds of sobering
Depriving citizens ridiculous housing
Pushing for an unfamiliar freedom to roam
Yes, against the will sink into the collapse of the class