1.IN THE HOURS OF LEISURE
          KARAHAN:

Rejoice free citizen:
Our sword will enslave the whole world
For "Komsomolets" and the Bacchante
To extol the bloody feast
In the valleys of the blue Rhine
And where the Maine flows down the mountains
Kain will judge the nations
By the Trotsky-Bronstein's will.
He will bring cries and tortures to the world
The horror of torments and prisons,
And the acute poison of everyday boredom,
And the grief of former capitals.
There will be the day when Europe
Will give us back the broom
They will accept even the Cyclop as a ruler
Bowing their heads in obedience.
"The Internationale" will grab all the gold
That once belong to them.
And we will live prosperously,
It will be an eternal feast.

Note:

This poem is giving a poetic discription of the idea expressed
in line 2 "Our sword will enslave the whole world".
"The Internationale" is the international workers' hymn that was the
most important song of Communists.
All this is spoken by a drunk revolutionary Komsomolets named Karahan, to seduce the girl referred to as "Bacchante".

2.LUSTING FOR BLOOD
         LENIN:

There are unknown forces inside of me
Grief of the Earth, gloom of the graves
And malice of a furious gorilla.
The evil spirit of the world have inspired me
To wipe Russia of the face of the Earth...
I'm stained with Russian blood
From head to toes... I have
Subdued the elements, for idle women
I have built the temple of free love,
To criminals I've given freedom
And, by the will of people's conscience
I've elevated vice to the pedestal.
I have become a God, defying all the laws
Of the corrupted Earth and Heaven...
I am the God, I overthrow the thrones
I have defied the Rus... You hear me, demon?
I will become your master
And gloomy Hell will kneel before me
Before the first Russian citizen
I am the Red God! I'm fond of blood!!...
Written on the sculpture:
"here I'm your slave, but there - you're mine!"

Picture and text by K. B. Grenhagen

3. A SECRET MEETING
    NAKHAMKES (STEKLOV)

It's time to run away... The inexorable fale
Again sends us adversities.
Again the nations that we rule
Despise us. I'm not a prophet,
But I foresee close death:
We, "Soviet Leaders" will be crucified
To satisfy Paris,
Or else be driven out of all doors.
Was it a long time agowhen suppressed by us
The Russian land was moaning!...
But now, kept by demons,
The enemies are by the Cremlin's Wall.
Let's free - the violence time is near!...
For, having robbed both God and people,
We'll leave with treasury and lustre of glory
It will be our last shining year.

Note:

This poem depicts the time of Civil War in Russia, when the Red
Army was fighting against the White Army, supported by the West. It shows how scared the Reds were at the prospect that the White Army might win. The main character is a revolutionary named Nakhamkes (Steklov), who prbably was one of Lenin's "comrades-in-arms"

Behold, the master of the underworld,
To us, the bloody butchers,
Who promise the joyful days to common people
And fierce misfortunes to the enemies.
We wish that the enemy deprived of glory
Be dead slain by the power of sword,
And that common people deprived of rights
Would honor the memory of Lenin eternally.
The despicable world of worthless people,
Of weak-willed slaves and murderers,
The world of all kinds of parasites,
And of heartless blood-suckers!...
Let's draw the time of its fall closer
And let's corrupt the people of the Earth
Up to the seventh generation.
Behold us Satan, behold!!!...