The dawning smoldering from the night to the gray, the clock is half past five
Pensioners stand in line.
At the corner, milk is given today.
The leaden sky, as their glances.
The factory workers are going to the factory
The steps are heavy after the forty-five years of light.
Chorus:
The working class, proud as a sun,
Proud as an iron mountain
The class guides us and illuminates us,
His voice rises victoriously up to the sky.
La, la, la, ...
Great as an iron mountain,
Sun on an iron mountain,
Like an iron mountain,
Chorus ...