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Обновлено: 19.09.2024
Кулаки-богачи жадной сворой
Расхищают тяжёлый твой труд.
Твоим потом жиреют обжоры,
Твой последний кусок они рвут.
Не довольно ли вечного горя?
Встанем, братья, повсюду зараз -
От Днепра и до Белого моря,
И Поволжье, и Дальний Кавказ.
Will renounce the old world ,
Otryahnёm its dust from our feet !
We do not need of the golden idol,
We hated the royal palace .
The king needed for troops soldiers -
Serve him sons .
The king needed palaces and chambers -
Give him his blood .
Rise, raises , working people !
Get up to the enemy , hungry people !
Distribute folk cry for revenge !
Forward, forward, forward, forward, forward!
Fists - rich greedy pack
Stealing your hard work.
Then fatten your gluttons ,
Your last piece they tear .
Do not quite eternal grief ?
Arise, brothers , everywhere at once -
The Dnieper and to the White Sea ,
And the Volga region, the Caucasus and the Far .
And will rise for the bloody dawn
Sun of righteousness and brotherly love ,
Although we bought at the cost of terrible -
Blood nasheyu - happiness land.
And there will be freedom Godin
During the era of bloody struggle ,
And the nations will merge vedino
In the realm of glory, labor and struggle !
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