DESCRIPTION:
After almost eight years, soviet flavoured eurodance heroes THE LOVE DICTATORS are back with a new song!

Buy the single here: http://www.thelovedictators.com/album/raise-your-glass/

»Raise Your Glass« boasts all the trademarks of a classic THE LOVE DICTATORS song, yet marks a turning point in the band’s career. Through the addition of Sir Stanislove, THE LOVE DICTATORS were able to incorporate new influences. Sir Stanislove’s manlier-than-thou vocals convey the loneliness of the Siberian tundra, while Mary O. D.’s angelic chants provide the signature TLD feeling. Raise your glass and sing along!

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Release Date: January 20th, 2017
Label: Raptor Circus
Filmed at Hotelux KGB bar in Cologne, Germany

Lyrics:
Come and sit with me my friend
Let me fill your glass
And let us drink
To our nation's working class

To the days our ancestors
Shook off the yoke
And chased away the tsar
Now let us drink a toast

To the soldiers in the trenches
To the homeless on the streets
To the farmers on their fields
The sailors in the seven seas

To the men that gave their life
That our union now may thrive
Their blood and sweat lest we forget
The tears their grieving widows shed

Endlessly the vodka flows
Round and round the bottle goes
Together we will crush our foes
Surrender we will never know

Ah! Lai lai la!
Drink to Mother Russia
Oh! Raise your glass!
It won’t be our last

Come and stand by me my friends
Now let us drink a toast
To our communist party
That we love the most

So remember the day
We swore our sacred vow
To endure the tyrants
And to never bow

Heroes of the glorious past
The world may end, but we stand fast
No matter what they do to us
As workers we were born to last

Now give me a brother's kiss
Socialists and communists
Unite as one we will become
The seed of Mother Russia's bliss

So my comrades
The dream is past now
Savour the last drop
And clear your voice
For one last song