I adore the chronicles of Lenin
And I adore the chronicles of leader,
I like his slanted gaze, smile of the face,
the smile of a victorious eagle.
How with affection he looks at the workers,
When bending over to them from the truck,
He's genuine and righteous to the bottom!
No unnecessary gestures, no frail lies,
How awfully he's slandered by the bastards,
As if he did it all just for himself,
But he was more than steel self-sacrifying,
I would not leave his shoulder to be safe.
He's confident, restrained and undistracted.
is beautiful in every gesture, turn,
I love to watch like Lenin walks with comrades,
How he speaks, how he beats the bourgeoisie.
He never leaves the tribune in a crowd,
Inspired soldiers from the balcony!
How modestly he's dressed, with spirit power
It seems he may demolish cities down.
I would stick to him and not let him go,
And I would look into his honest eyes,
You can't fool poets - and I surely know:
Truth, victory - forever with him abides!
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