The wide streets
will be of asphalt and hardy will.
The tall buildings
will be of brick and courage proud.
The bridges' spans
of iron and empowerment.
The green of the trees - of hope.
The fresh white of walls - of joy.

A socialist city -
a city of the good life.
No suburbias, no slums.
Friendly to every man.
The youngest of the cities we have.
The oldest of those to come.
The youngest for the tomorrow at hand
The oldest for the distant tomorrow.

"Long live the worker-peasant alliance"

Our Worker Speaks of the Imperialists

They despise our coal.
They despise our brick and our wool.
They despise all that is now.
They despise all that's to come,

Our windows and our flowers in windows;
Our forests and the forests' calm;
Even the spring, for the spring is ours;
Even our schools with our merry children.

They have split the atom like a bank safe
But they've found there nothing but fear.
Oh, if they could, if only they could
Strike at our houses and factories with that fear,

At our windows and our flowers in windows;
At our forests and the forests' calm;
Even at the spring, for the spring is ours;
Even at our schools with our merry children.

Oh, if they could - if only they could... We know.

So our eyes vigilant.
So our hearts are dauntless.
So our brows are fearless.
So our hands are invincible.

Translated by Jan Rybicki

Lenin

We stand before a portrait
High on the classroom wall
We see the face of Lenin
Honored and loved by all.

We often bring Him flowers
And twine them 'round the frame
We children cherish deeply
His ever-cherished name

And promise: we will study
To master all He taught
And to do our duty 
In leisure, work, and sport.