Somebody trust me

Remember Soviet 
He cries over
Returned to dust right here 
It's twice over

In 1991 
Dear sense is over
Socialism was broken 
So sense is over

Small south of asia turned deaf of an ear
Our sky live under 50 stars poorly

The darkness of my esprit 
Don't talk to me just like that
"A man of means turns an honest wealth"
Don't talk to me

The death levels all men (In chaos now) 
And he cries over
Bleeding virtuous man (In chaos now) 
And he cries over

Look at that bleeding virtuous man 
With satisfaction whew well I never

The death levels all men 
And he cries over
Bleeding virtuous man 
And he cries over

Compassion is the price of blind faith
Stalin's thought will be given to angry workers

The darkness of my esprit 
Don't talk to me just like that
"A man of means turns an honest wealth"
Don't talk to me

(In chaos now)