Kremlin Uni

In his Kremlin dream, Father Stalin saw
that every Finn's name was Vasily
They tended to the cabbage fields, played the balalaika
They sang, oh yes, everything is fine

Molotov said, the fight will now cease
Everyone dances the ripaska and talks about the Russians
This is paradise, those who don't believe, off with their heads
Order must be maintained, oh yes

Stalin's flag bears the sickle and hammer
And each has its own knowledge
The sickle cuts necks, with the hammer nails
They are hammered into the musicians' coffins, oh yes

Peace and prosperity flourish
When the only job is liquidation
This is paradise, those who don't believe, off with their heads
Order must be maintained, oh yes

But all the Kremlin dreams vanish in smoke
And upon waking, Father Josef must realize
A Finnish lad has crossed the border like a madman
Threatening to take Karelia, oh, what a mess

Where can one hide in this distress
It's like a rat in a trap, no help in sight
Perhaps it would be best to liquidate oneself
Order must be maintained, oh yes