2021.01.04.
The Red Guard
The one that advances is a strange soldierComing from the east and not riding horses
With calloused hand and a tanned face
He is the most glorious of all warriors.
He has no plumes and golden chevrons
But on the cap sculpted and in his heart
There crossed a hammer and a sickle
The emblems of labor
Long live labor!
It's the red guard
Marching to the rescue
And saving from the grave
The enslaved humanity.
The people lie miserably in chains
Under the heel of the rich bosses
After millennia of torture and pain
The donkey finally changes into lion.
He crushed the crowned sucker
Striped the rich of the gold they stole
Damned with hunger to forced labor
To those who has never worked
Who has never worked.
It's the red guard
Marching to the rescue
And saving from the grave
The enslaved humanity.
Advancing under the red flag
Is all the crowd of workers
Resounds the step of the immense file
over the grave of a dying world.
They try in vain to raise what's dead
So much so that it is worth fighting with the destiny
Marching in the sun brighter and stronger
Are the armies of Lenin
Long live Lenin.
It's the red guard
Marching to the rescue
And saving from the grave
The enslaved humanity.
When the plebs rest at night
In the countryside and in the large city
The fearful theme no longer disturbs them
Of their vampire who will bleed them dry.
What a devout and tremendous vigilance
The red guard to his freedom
The gangrenous and horrendous tyranny
Will never come back.
Never comes back.
For the red guard
Has nailed them to the grave
In the epic rescue
Of humanity.