Vladimir Ilyich!

I know -
not heroes
overthrowing revolutions lava.
The tale of heroes -
intellectual nonsense!
But who is
hold on,
for the glory
ours will not sing to Ilyich?

Legs without a brain are absurd.
No brain
hands don't care.
Throwing
in all directions
world headless body.
Нас
sold for cut.
The military heaved howl.
When

rose over the world
Lenin
huge head.
And land
moves on the axis.
Every question is simple.
And it came to light
two
in chaos
world

full height.
One -
animal to animal.
Another -
steadily rocky -
poured into millions of thousands.
Got up
mountain muscular.

Now
let's not miss.

We know who - meti!
Feet know,
whose
corpses
them go.

There is no room for doubts and howls.
Down with the hound - “wait”!
Hands know,
whom them
cover with deadly rain.

Fires smokin 'the ground,
everywhere,
where the people are corrupted,
explodes
bomb
name:
Lenin!
Lenin!
Lenin!

And this -

not poetry to the fan
fan the hero of the day. –
I
in Lenin
peace faith
glorify
and my faith.

That’s why I wouldn’t be,
if only
I sang not that -

five-pointed stars in the sky
the immeasurable set of the RCP.

[1920]

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