Song of the MI Kalinin


Fly, an Privetnoye,
Fly to the far edge.
Us bow Kalinin
In the capital, tell -

All large and small,
From women and the elderly,
From today's farmers,
From former peasants.

Tell me a letter, Kalinin,
What we love it -
Mentor, friend
And a friend of his.

To him, day and night
From all corners of the earth
For Lenin righteousness
We drove and walked.

And the joys and sorrows
I handed him the people:
Kalinych supposedly Consider
Kalinych plead.

And he sat there, pondering
Before dawn -
Simple operating St. Petersburg,
A peasant from Tver.

For every good
He found the word,
With straight road Lenin
Nowhere had turned.

With straight road Lenin
Nowhere had turned,
......... Kalinin
No one came. 1940