Bayonet, Browning, Bomb (lyrics by V. Mayakovsky)

Everyone, everyone, everyone! All who can endure no more — come out and march together! Demonstration, strike, famine, ration-card: Bayonet, Browning, bomb! Bayonet, Browning, bomb! Workers, forget the diplomatic tongue! Your language is the language of cannons. Talk is nonsense. The language of the worker, the language of the storm: Bayonet, Browning, bomb! There is but one speech in such a state: Not to wag your tongue, but to wield a bayonet! There is but one speech in such a state: Not to wag your tongue, but to wield a bayonet! Bayonet and bomb! Bayonet and bomb!