The Moon Is The Tongue

The moon is the tongue In the bell of the sky. The homeland's my mother, А Bolshevik am I. Hail the universal Brotherhood of man! That's why with my verse For your death I give thanks. Strong, tough and healthy, To hasten your doom The blue bell of heaven I strike with the moon. Countrymen, brothel's, My song is for you. Through the mist I can hear it, The wonderful news.