Oh sweet communist,
Sweet communist daughter,
How they loved you, and how we let you die
A ration of bread, a ration of water,
A Tokarev SVT-40 rifle tucked like a poem between your shoulder blades, telescopic sights trained to deliver angels to Earth from the safety of Heaven,
A parchment neatly folded and tucked into your pocket, 309 tally marks for dogs who didn't deserve their names,
Sevastopol sleeping uneasy, singing all through the night in reverence to the Fathers that sent you here to draw their blood on Motherland soil,
Sing to us, sweet communist daughter,
We must be made to understand,
We must be made to hear,
Send us to sleep, so that we might learn who our enemies are
Send us to sleep, so that we might hear the music breaking through the clouds
Send us to sleep, so that we might dream of something beautiful at last