We are communists,
what, kicking in today
standing,
stretching tomorrow into darkness
and drag it to the present.
We are communists,
what we hear the voiceless class,
all, who is scattered and,
we throw a singing mass.
We are communists,
what, even walking on the surface,
hear the sea rising
tempo,
and I'm going, and don't hide behind.
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