Текст песни Евгений Кибкало - Коммунист

He first went through the smoke of the fires,
And death waylaid him in battle,
But the road, where he fell companion
My country has led to a victory.

Over brimstone dalyu wounded cropland
Dawn engaged, sad and misty ...
He was the best friend of our,
And his name was - Communist.

He was the first in the land of harsh,
Face to face, he met with the taiga.
Where he went, the new city grew,
And the dam up the river.

As life goes way he fearless,
And this path is difficult and sometimes flinty.
He became our best friend,
And the name of it - communists.

His dream of a world are enormous,
His stubbornness Space conquered,
And next to it, millions today
The common people, brave as he.

I give all power to the happiness of the Motherland,
And I'll be brave heart and pure,
To be at the forefront of our lives,
To call me - Communist.