our resurrection

Another old woman praying,
in pious izgorbyas yoke,
but already
steps Komsomol
rattle of the new religion.

About religion,
wherein
us
not God drawn bag,
but, vzgudev motors,
the world is ruled himself
human.
Will not
vperekor umam
kick up a row witches and Wii -
will
even thundeŕ
registered heavy industry.
Do not lord-god
through the air
accelerate
sunny slope.
we surrender
and the moon,
and the stars
in Glavsilikat.
And they will not,
Mariam in shame,
people
depend on the sky -
we Screw
"Osram" lamp
heaven
in the stellar heights.
not for us
pee sacred
learn
from under the sticks popey.
we land
give sanctification
ray cosmography
and algebra.
Pull up the reins of the god!
What fool the world wonders!
humane laws
- not God! —
on the ground
establish themselves.
we
not Tserkovka,
close and gryaznenky,
We will sulk in our holidays.
we
establish your holidays
and rasprazdnuem march in Grozny.
Not sanctify us tables dotted.
Do not grub rite.
Communists Sunday -
25-th October.
В этот день
growth in all
limits
bourgeois panic
slave working risen,
resurrected
and stood oń legs.
He stood,
I looked
and went,
all religions scatter yoke.
Only the red silk weaves,
in the hands
shines book.
Let them,
curled into rings
beating the old woman churches bow.
Tread,
so much so,
Komsomol,
to ringing in the ear in the sky!

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