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    Hushed was the world
    And oh, dark agony that suspense shook upon us
    While hate came flooding o'er your wide savannas
    Plunging pestilence against you -
    All that stood to state: "Where men meet
    There meets one human race!"
    Therefore did men from Moscow to the Arctic

    Rounding Vladivostok to the South where Kazbek lifts its peak
    Still work and working waited news of Stalingrad
    And from Cape to white Sahara
    Men asked news of Stalingrad
    Town and village waited what had come of Stalingrad
    The tom-tom beat across thick forest
    While every evening at Palava
    Old men told of Stalingrad
    The gauchos caught the pampas whisper
    The windswept hope of Stalingrad

    And in the far Canadian north
    Trappers left their baiting for the latest out of Stalingrad
    In the factories and coal fields
    Each shift waited what last had come from Stalingrad
    While statesmen searched the dispatch boxes
    What they brought of Stalingrad
    And women stopped at house work
    Held their children close to hear
    What was afoot at Stalingrad
    For well men knew that there
    A thousand years was thrown the fate of the peoples

    Stalingrad, oh star of glory
    Star of hope, oh star of flame
    Oh what a midwife for this glory
    Take for the pattern Pavlov and his men
    A soviet soldier and his nine companions
    Who full seven weeks sleepless by night and day
    Fought nor gave ground
    They knew that with them lay
    That where men meet should meet one human race
    Carpenters who had built houses

    Wanted only to build more
    Painters who still painted pictures
    Wanted only to paint more
    Men who sang life strong in laughter
    Wanted only to sing more
    Men who planted wheat and cotton
    Wanted only to plant more
    Men who set the years in freedom
    Sure they would be slaves no more
    They spoke peace to their neighbours in tilling
    For in peace they would eat their bread

    Uzbeks, Tatars, Letts, Ukranians
    Russians, Muscovites, Armenians
    Who ringed forests wide around arctic
    Brought sands to blossom, tundras dressed for spring
    These kept faith in Stalin's town
    We may not weep for those who silent now rest here
    Garland these graves
    These lives have garlanded all our remaining days with hope

    Stalingrad, oh star of glory
    Star of hope, here spread your flame
    Now when news broke that Stalingrad
    Still lives upon the banks of Volga
    That Stalingrad was still a Soviet town
    Then the turner flung his lathe light as a bird
    And the gaucho spread his riot in the pampas
    For this news of Stalingrad
    The tom-tom beat wild madness
    When the elders brought

    Palava these tidings out of Stalingrad
    The English housewife stopped her housework
    Held her child close and cried aloud
    Now all men will be free!
    And from Good Hope, black miners answered
    This will help us to be free!
    In the prison camps of Belsen
    Sick men rounded from their guards
    Now life was certain
    Soon all men would be free

    New light broke upon Africa
    New strength for her peoples
    New trength poured upon Asia
    New hope for her peoples
    America dreamed new dreams
    From the strength of her peoples
    New men arose in Europe
    New force for her peoples
    Once more they stand these men
    At lathe and spindle
    To recreate their hours and each new day
    Bid houses rise once more in Soviet country
    Men ring forests wide round arctic
    Move rivers into deserts
    And with high courage
    Breed new generations
    For still the land is theirs
    Uzbeks, Tatars, Letts, Armenians
    Caucasians, Muscovites, Crimeans
    Still they speak peace to their neighbours at tilling
    To all the wide world
    And men come near to listen
    Find by that day of Stalingrad
    That this voice is theirs
    Then Red Star spread your flame upon me
    For in your flame is earnest of my freedom
    Now may I rendezvous with the world
    Now may I join man's wide-flung diversity
    For Stalingrad is still a Soviet town

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