We have nothing, the Tsar is far away
Only bacon and garlic in our pockets
Above us is the red star
It blesses our vodka bottles
Kindness is no stranger here
Try them with salt on bread
Give away even the last shirt
And share everything in times of need
Red star, oh red star
Your lips are wet from vodka
Red star, oh red star
Warm heart and rough manners
In red velvet and diamonds
Look at hero's wreaths
Aunts wrapped in sable fur
On cold land and stiff limbs
Hot schnapps from giant glasses
That's what keeps me coming back
East wind over barren grasses
In the endlessly wide Taigame Sea

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