Текст песни Сергій Жадан та Собаки в космосі - Зброя пролетаріату

The weapon of the proletariat

Workers bakeries, factories, workshops,
factory punk from the station settlements
Aboriginal streets, neighborhoods and sleeping bags,
storm chiefs and public utilities,
Markets loaders, cleaners of stations
Koreans, Vietnamese and Africans,
Everyone who works up a sweat -
Come on, proletarian, finish the job!
System saws tranches and budgets
system makes TV programs with your breathing,
recruiting activists and selling real estate,
system is the body that replaces conscience
This MPs mandates and anniversaries,
system - a possibility would not respond.
And the only thing that has power over the system,
This cobble - the weapon of the proletariat.
No one will send you a normal director
Rector fair or tax inspector.
No one was interested in your blockages and stress,
seasonal bouts of aggression and depression.
No one cares how you restore credit.
In which case, you can condemn and plant.
No one concerned about your needs.
So come on, mate - it all depends on you!
Learn history.
Prepare revolution.
Lichen audience.
Go outside.