IN
THE KOLKHOZ
(Although these
words have been translated from Russian to German and from German to
English, the music of Elvis "In the Ghetto" Presley is timelessly
universal.)
It
is cold here ...
It is cold here in the USSR
The enemies are waiting not to far ...
Not far from the Kolkhoz.
We are shivering
‘Cause the Austrians play stupid diplomatic tricks
And call us "dirty Bolsheviks".
Here in the Kolkhoz.
People, you don't
understand us!
And spit in our face, thus!
We are only a pittoresque workers’ and peasants’ state.
Look at our hands,
friends!
We are friendly all the time!
Just looking away doesn't help humankind,
So reach out to us and open up your mind.
And look up to the
skies
Tinged red with glory’s shine
Above our beautiful collective assembly line
Here in the Kolkhoz.
There's
no hunger here ...
‘Cause we are working
From all dawns till all dusks,
Toiling to escape
Evil capitalism’s tusks.
We are the small
state
Of Soviet Unterzögersdorf.
The seed of revolution
is growing in the grounds of our union.
Here in the Kolkhoz.
You don't need no
stupid CARE package,
If you have some fuel and yer own wagon,
In the Kolkhoz.
Friends!
We are all fans of Kropotkin,
of Breshnev, Andropov and Bakunin,
In Kolkhoz.
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