Anarchy—Nestor Makhno [1919]

Our horses are running mile after mile,
Cause Freedom is priceless.
Through the slot of my machine gun
I’m looking for the enemy in the dust.
Mother Anarchy loves her sons,
Mother Anarchy is not for sale.
We’ll wait for the enemy, with lead we’ll destroy them
Mother Anarchy is with us!
I’ll put my knife into the fire
And then I’ll sneak closer.
Nothing to be sorry for into the fight,
Nothing to be sad about.

Mother Anarchy loves her sons…

The only thing that makes me happy is the dead one,
killed by the strength of my friend.
The only thing I can see and remain calm
Is the dead enemy.
Mother Anarchy loves her sons…