Your
pass-
word is Comrade Mauser.
No more ancient laws!
Eve and Adam are dead.
We'll break history's old horse.
By the left!
Left!
Left!
Hey, blueshirts,
stride the seas!
Soar high!
Or else
have your battleships' keels
lost their cutting edge?
Let
the crowned British lion
snarl and roar his best.
We'll defend the Commune.
By the left!
Left!
Left!
Beyond
mountains of misery,
there's a new land of light.
Beyond hunger
and plague's cruel sea
set that millionth stride.
Let hirelings try to crush you,
steel stream round your head
the Entente cannot beat Russia.
By the left!
Left!
Left!
Shall the eagle be unsighted?
Shall we look behind us?
On the world's throttle
tighten
the proletariat's fingers!
Chests out with pride!
Stick flags on heaven!
Who marches by the right?
By the left!
Left!
Left!