Red Suburb
Let the Masks Fall
Troika
A bloodthirsty beast
Arbitrary judgment
Summary executions,
Dust to dust
Body soaked in gasoline,
The sleet of the flesh
Eyes bulging,
Human mass in flames
Revolutionary groups ,
Para-military style
Of a stagnant era,
Of very bleeding flesh
We can no longer speak
Of past splendor and glories. ..
Without all these people killed
In the name of freedoms
A fucked up in the sky
Ejaculates his bombs
Whistling in my ears,
br/>My village is collapsing
All the dead buried
In the land of Siberia
Have had to pay the price
In the face of tyranny
R ©withered visionisms,
Carcasses and debris
Where are my companions,
So much disillusionment...
History is sick
D tarnished ideals
And in my head they rumble
Anger and contempt
The army has landed
By bloody strike
The dogs are unleashed,
The destruction ends
Inanimate bodies
At the bottom of the trenches
Gigantic mass grave,
A murdered land
If the idea had been popular,
It is because hope is stubborn
Socialism is dead,
Capital puts you to sleep
Creepy liberals,
I will not play the game
The hands of the West
Are covered in blood
For all my comrades
Died for freedom,
These wars have produced
Only a tame death...

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