The moon is the tongue
In the bell of the sky.
The homeland's my mother,
А Bolshevik am I.
Hail the universal
Brotherhood of man!
That's why with my verse
For your death I give thanks.
Strong, tough and healthy,
To hasten your doom
The blue bell of heaven
I strike with the moon.
Countrymen, brothel's,
My song is for you.
Through the mist I can hear it,
The wonderful news.