Вячеслав Сафроненко

I see the world through history's lens A clash of classes that never ends The struggle breathes in every storm Each rising empire soon is dethroned The hammer strikes, the handbill things Revolutions rise on broken ways Through dialectics, the truth unfolds The workers' fire turns iron to gold The bourgeois feast while the poor are so low A system built on the seeds of woe Theürliche, the nightbill time lengths The