I’ll wake up in a morning,
 

 
 and then open a paper —

There I’ll find what I dream of
 

 
 on the very last page.

It is Klim Voroshilov
 

 
 has given us independence,

And at large, as before, we’ll
 

 
 drink and walk the high-way.

It is Klim Voroshilov
 

 
 has given us independence,

And at large, as before, we’ll
 

 
 drink and walk the high-way.

I’ll wake up in a morning,
 

 
 and then fall into order.

They’ll call out from the list me —
 

 
 I’ll respond and come forth.

It is Klim Voroshilov
 

 
 and our brother Budyonny,

To the open, have brought us,
 

 
 and they’re blessed by folks!

It is Klim Voroshilov
 

 
 and our brother Budyonny,

To the open, have brought us,
 

 
 and they’re blessed by folks!