Mockba '993

Above the cities of the glorious red star of the east
The sun that used to warm the poor people no longer shines
The air is changing, the west wind will not stop
Until war, hatred, and exploitation are breathed
From the mountains to the sea, the feet of property will trample man

When you see hunger entering people's homes
And you realize that the cold doesn't care about you
Mafia and CIA, dust of stars will take lives
Dogs of the czar will chase money over your skin
What justice and freedom will they build on hunger and poverty

October will see the vultures of the west flying low
Faces of workers on the wall, along with equality among people
Between the cannon shots and the red asphalt, Ilyich will leave
He will go around the world seeking his love solidarity

But above the smoke and rubble, a white crow will wear a black shirt
Moscow '993, sir master, I will remember you
Moscow '993, sir master, I will remember you

Like a partisan, Comrade Tovaric does not surrender
With a hammer in hand, Comrade Tovaric defends himself
The night will fall with exploitation over the cities
But our idea will rise every day and walk
Among those who eat dust and sweat
Among those who resist, among those who will not forget

Moscow '993, sir master, I will remember you
Moscow '993, sir master, I will remember you