Lyrics Коммунизм - Ленин не умер

Suleiman Stalsky
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I'm talking about Lenin - listen
What did he do, I say - listen
When Nikolai fell from the throne
Lenin went to war
Someone Kerensky jumped against
But he fell from the people in the face
Tail he tucked and ran to the sea
Lenin walked forward
Waved a bogatyr sword Lenin
Stepped over the waves of don
Kerensky sent us whisperers:
& quot; Save, go Lenin! & quot;
But Lenin was a prominent commander.
The poor have gathered a large army
Then the rich got scared
Banished Lenin's whispers
Then help came from the workers.
The peasants came to strengthen the army
Extinguished for the rich light of glory
Lenin mixed them up with mud
Chainmail, armor put Lenin
Hearts of fists pounded out loud
And here began the flight
Without a miss, Lenin beat
Entered Petrograd with his army
Broom pick up did not disdain
Swept clean right, left
Put the Soviet power Lenin
Brought a hammer to the royal place
And he began to strike happiness for the poor
Ingliz and Franks came to rob
Lenin stood up with a hammer and a sword
The enemies turned to the desert
Enemies he turned to the sea
And drove up to Istanbul
Lenin's country defended the poor
Suddenly we learned - Lenin died
No, can never die
Goodbye Stalin in the heart
Lenin invested his soul
Stalin gave us freedom and strength.
Gave us collective and state farms
Bread and peace and joy -
Everything Lenin promised us
Old Arshak is telling the truth
Lenin, comrades, not dead
Long live Stalin for a long, long time
Long live Lenin in his heart
Long live Stalin for a long, long time
Long live Lenin in his heart.

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The national poet of Dagestan, who was awarded the Order of Lenin, and gained great fame throughout the Soviet Union, was born not sixty-eight years ago in the small Lezgin aul Ashagastal in South Dagestan near Kasumkent. Suleiman's father was poor. The boy was born in a barn and grew up to the age of seven at the hands of a compassionate neighbor. When he went to the eleventh year, his father died. Derbent is an ancient, rich, multi-tribal city. After working four years in the vineyards, Suleiman did not save, however, nothing. The countrymen advised him to look for the best share in the depths of Azerbaijan, where in those years cotton crops expanded, licorice root went well, plantations of industrial crops were laid.
Suleiman went to the city of Ganja, but the years of wandering were not in vain. Suleiman already knew life and knew it well. During this lifetime, Emin's songs merged with nameless folk art and Suleiman knew them.
With his social songs of the poor, Suleiman continued this with Emin. Motives of flight from the surrounding life sounded not despair, but irony. Subsequent events in Dagestan unfolded, however, far from happy. Kazim Bey was a Turkish officer who commanded the white troops, and Suleiman did not stay aloof from the climb. Then he gave birth to one of his most glorious songs and one of the best songs about Stalin. Rooms are very small, and the yard is a wonderful summer evening. A puny old man in a home beshmeke leads by buffalo horn.
& quot; Here are my books & quot ;, - Suleiman points at them, - & quot; they have all the songs recorded in my head that I put together & quot ;. & quot; Hey! The song is out! & Quot; - he shouted to villagers when he invented fresh poems, and without being surprised at such an invasion of poetry in everyday life, the peasants simply and merrily gathered around their wonderful old man to listen to his new song. This amazing old man died on the twenty-third of November, one thousand nine hundred and thirty-seven. Born two years before the Paris Commune, he did not live only twenty days before another great revolutionary date of world-historic significance — before the voting day of the peoples of the Soviet Union on the Stalin electoral law on the basis of the Stalinist constitution. The poetry of the Soviet Union lost a strong and bright fighter.