Lyrics: Aleksander Il’yich Bezïmensky
Music: Dimitri Shostakovich
"We marched, we asked for work and bread.
Our hearts were gripped in a vice of anguish.
Factory chimneys towered up towards the sky
Like hands, powerless to clench a fist.
Terrible were the names of our shackles:
Silence, suffering, oppression.
But louder than gunfire there burst into the silence
Words of our torment, words of our suffering.
Oh, Lenin! You forged freedom through suffering,
You forged freedom from our
toil-hardened hands.
We knew, Lenin, that our fate
Bears a name: Struggle.
Struggle! You led us to the final battle.
Struggle! You gave us the victory of Labour.
And this victory over oppression and darkness
None can ever take away from us!
Let all in the struggle be young and bold:
The name of this victory is October!
October! The messenger of the awaited dawn.
October! The freedom of rebellious ages.
October! Labour, joy, and song.
October! Happiness in the fields and at the work benches.
This is the slogan and this is the name of living generations:
October, the Commune, and Lenin."