Thank you, Lenin.
Lenin
Lenin walks around the world.
Frontiers cannot bar him.
Neither barracks nor barricades impede.
Nor does barbed wire scar him.
Lenin walks around the world.
Black, brown, and white receive him.
Language is no barrier.
The strangest tongues believe him.
Lenin walks around the world.
The sun sets like a scar.
Between the darkness and the dawn
There rises a red star.
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,
Honoured 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:
On guard with the workers forever
The world is our room!
By Langston Hughes
ะะตะฝะธะฝ ะถะธะป, ะะตะฝะธะฝ ะถะธะฒ, ะะตะฝะธะฝ ะฑัะดะตั ะถะธัั!
I had a beautiful Lenin pin that I bought in Argentina like 15 years ago from an USSR immigrant, and I lost it in a party this weekend ๐ excellent party, but my lost pin is irreplaceable.
