Пой, революция! [Poy, revolyutsiya!] [English translation]

Alive rain wandered through the field

Hobbled on icy cheeks

[It was] raising in the last unequal battle

Those who died young.

[It was] pulling out of unrealizable dreams

[It was] pulling out of uncut grasses

[It was] raising his unfortunate sons

Cheerful, sad and right.

The wind is calling

The bullet beckons

The sky sings

A song is blazing in the sky

Sing, revolution!

Alive rain wandered through the world

Leading its troops behind it

Leading through the years, snow and heat

Believing that victory was near.

Horizons were crowding in the chest

Drowning in bloody tears

And the stars shone in the earthly dirt

And the wormwood was exciting in the sky.

The wind is calling

The bullet beckons

The sky sings

A song is blazing in the sky

Sing, revolution!

• Artist:Grazhdanskaya Oborona
• Album:Невыносимая лёгкость бытия