Stalingrado

Fame 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 her icy path, the swastika knows
From now on, Stalingrad will be found in every city

The orchestra makes the officers dance in the cafes
Winter puts frost 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 the barn
A cap flies, a man laughs and prepares his rifle
On his icy path, the swastika knows
From now on, Stalingrad will be found in every city