Left March

By Doormanlife

originally by Vladimir Mayakovsky

180°, and march!

The language is no place for slander -- shaddap, ya demagogues!

Now for comrade Mauser;

Enough living by-the-laws God under a fig leaf pressed!

We can drive history left, left,

(Left!)

Beat the bums of history forward,

who does less can't hold it up!

Risking we the final Flood that

takes the cities out, for mud!

That bull cow,

pulling the years is slow.

Our God revvs!

Make our hearts the drum!

(🎺)

Is there nectar sweeter than this?

What's the sting of bullets to us?

Our greatest weapons, our greatest musics

Ringing voices, that's our gun!

Future plans, fruit!

Beautiful land, bud!

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I am entirely stumped how to translate from raduga onwards

Another translation approach - Our March