народ - Рабочая Марсельеза - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

We renounce the old world, shake his ashes from our feet! Golden idols are hostile to us, the royal dam is hated to us. We will go to our suffering brothers, we will go to the hungry people, we will send the villains of curses with him —th the struggle we will wir it. Get up, get up, working people! Stand up for the enemy, hungry! Remove, cry of the people's revenge! Go ahead, forward, forward, forward, forward! Rich-kulaki greedy your hard work. Then we eat gluing glue, they tear your last piece. Starch that they feast, starve, so that in the game of Birzhevai the conscience and honor to sell, so that they mock you. Spring. So rest-only a grave. Lear your age. Prepare the unreason. People’s blood. We need soldiers for the troops -come to him sons. So need feasts and wards -give him the blood of your blood. Isn’t it enough eternal grief? We will get up, brothers, everywhere at the Dnieper to the White Sea and the Volga region, the Volga region, and the Volga region. and distant Caucasus. In enemies, on dogs - on the rich, and on z The vampire’s logo is the queen, destroy them, the villains of the damned, to light up, a new dawn. Spring. And he will grow up for the bloody zaroyusolnz of truth and fraternal love, even though we bought a terrible price of our own - the happiness of the earth. And the Godin of freedom will come: lies, perish, perish Evil forever, and will merge into all the people of the free kingdom of holy labor.