Hay Punkies en Moscu

Wind in treacherous gusts at twenty below
White cumulus clouds and sun of an old yellow
Dense vapor clouds envelop the words
With a scent of conspiracy

Crimson cardinal the thousand poppy flags
That flutter non-stop in Red Square
Lenin's mausoleum taste of perestroika
Spring in the Politburo

Life in the USSR, life in the USSR
Welcome, welcome
Life in the USSR, life in the USSR
Motor, action

Queue at the supermarket
Superlux metro
Cossack ballet step
There are punks in Moscow

Propaganda even in the bathrooms
Mummies in the pecus
Cossack ballet step
There are punks in Moscow

No graffiti, no smog
No dangerous girls
Cyrillic and rock
Don't mix even with cola

The black market
Of cassettes and jeans
Gives the Comecon a headache