Текст песни Иосиф Кобзон - Коммунары не будут рабами

Spilled world waxwing, rustled,
In the morning dewy Path
We were led to the edge of the bandits to be shot
Under Kherson, maybe in Tripoli.
But we sang and sang, animals are not clones,
Tearing his shirt on his chest:
& quot; Never, never, never
Communards are not slaves! & Quot;
We are relentless gnawing hunger and the throat,
We stagger typhoid winds
But we kept everything - from the bones of living yes,
Yes, even in a desperate faith.
And around poverty, bosota, nudity,
But we have built, coal Ruban ...
On the bow, we did not go ...
Never ever
Communards are not slaves.
And in the name of Russia and far Grenade
Against tanks with swastika
We went on the attack from the last bunch of grenades
And exploded last bunch.
Leaving the burning city,
We whispered charred mouths:
& quot; I would win!
Never ever
Communards are not slaves! & Quot;
And neither of us craftsmen dodge or lie,
Neither traitors of hypocrisy
Do not have lack of faith in Soviet power,
We do not have the Commune disbelief!
And communes to deal with no one going,
We s get her hands.
Let us not die:
& quot; Never, never
Communards are not slaves. & Quot;