Hello, fellow Labor


Built in the days of the column
Marsh, the go.
In the din of whistles and bells,
Hello, Comrade work!

(2 times:)
All now in our hands.
daring feats await.
Bread, and metal, and happiness
We work produces.

"Work - our poet and architect!" -
Songs sung machines.
Hello, our working day!
Hello, Comrade work!

(2 times:)
We will be able to move mountains,
Rivers change the route.
Forces multiply.
Hello, Comrade work!