2021.03.07.
Morning of our Motherland
The distances are rosy in the morning.The earth has turned towards the sun.
Very early, comrade Stalin got up
And went into the boundless fields.
In the sky, the rumbling of airplanes is heard.
The wires slightly ring on the electricity masts.
From far away, a high-rise building is visible
And the clean water of the canals.
He goes on the field path,
Taking off his cap, breathing the fresh air.
The golden autumn around Moscow
Is as bright and good as the spring.
The distance is clear, the groves are lucid...
At this early hour, Stalin has come out
To meet the morning of the new five-year-plan,
To inspire us for a new feat.