Why are the serpents going nuts?
Because the solemn Mausoleum
Stands scarlet on the Red Square.
And in it, the remains of the Genius are decaying,
While his thought lives among the people.

It lives! And the power of truth
Irritates the soul.
And the ashes of our fathers in their graves
Care about this thought with
Unbeatable and never chilling down love.

In it is the greatness of Russia,
In it is the dawn of revolution,
And the fall of thousands of Bastilles
And the truth of the unseen before effort –
The victory of October.

In it is the future of my Motherland,
In it is the outcome of today's disturbance
And never democratic-fascism
Will have feast at the banquet of our funeral!
And you will not execute everyone!

You are children of greed
And lovers of lascivious words
Thieves with a skill-set of a lynx,
Having betrayed your fathers,
You drag what belongs to the people
Into your rat holes.

You surround the President's ambo
Like a hungry crowd.
You do not know neither honour, nor law.
You celebrate the funeral of the immortal
And Holy Russia.