Hunger and rubble under the mortars
Like steel, the city resists
Streets of Stalingrad
Paved with blood
A woman of granite laughs on a thousand barricades
On its frozen road, the
Swastika knows
From now on, it will find Stalingrad
In every city

The orchestra makes the
Officers dance in the cafés
Winter puts the chill in the bones
But inside the prisons, the air burns as if
The Red Army choir were singing

The radio in the dark and seven workers
Seven glasses toasting to Lenin
And Stalingrad arrives in the farmhouse
And in the barn, a cap flies
A man laughs and prepares his rifle
On its frozen road, the
Swastika knows
From now on, it will find Stalingrad
In every city

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