Ballads of Lenin

Comrade Lenin of Russia,

High in a marble tomb,

Move over, Comrade Lenin,

And give me room.

I am Ivan, the peasant,

Boots all muddy with soil.

I fought with you, Comrade Lenin.

Now I have finished my toil.

Comrade Lenin of Russia,

Alive in a marble tomb,

Move over, Comrade Lenin,

And make me room.

I am Chico, the Negro,

Cutting cane in the sun.

I lived for you, Comrade Lenin.

Now my work is done.

Comrade Lenin of Russia,

Honored in a marble tomb,

Move over, Comrade Lenin,

And leave me room.

I am Chang from the foundries

On strike in the streets of Shanghai.

For the sake of the Revolution

I fight, I starve, I die.

Comrade Lenin of Russia

Speaks from the marble tomb:

On guard with the workers forever —

The world is our room!

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