(The darkest depths of the Kremlin) The time, my love has come, resurrect our fallen comrade (To the tomb of Marx) This final test of will, retrieve his manifesto
From the words of Marx and the Western tears, To the Swiss blood spilled of American fears, We will be together to paint the world red, the power of my love will bring you back from the dead With the help of the devil to see my dream, hear the sudden cry of capitalist screams Lead us now my great Red Star, to become the NU S S R
(To New New York I fly) Upon my secret plane, karate chop a child (Now I need the final piece) To the bankers lands I fly, shoot a man just like his cheese
From the words of Marx and the Western tears, To the Swiss blood spilled of American fears, We will be together to paint the world red, the power of my love will bring you back from the dead With the help of the devil to see my dream, hear the sudden cry of capitalist screams Lead us now my great Red Star, to become the NU S S R
From the words of Marx and the Western tears, To the Swiss blood spilled of American fears, You were never love, you were just a slave, but you will be rewarded as a hair on my face Become a great part of my mustache eternal, watch in awe as my scheme unfurls I will lead you, I am the Red Star, I will create the NU S S RTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
