I was born in the city of Stalin

I was born and raised in Stalino town like steel,
And no one said: my country would forget.
The trains roared past, the engines screaming down,
Hauling black gold in wagons without end.

Life flowed simple then: we worked, we ate,
With books and friends, and shortwave through the night.
And war-wounds kept repeating, steady, straight:
Life is hard, not only for holidays bright!

It’s hard to trust there was a Stalin-town,
A miner praised the Leader with a sigh.
Those days are gone; “progress” came rolling down,
And then the country vanished, “we repent and cry".

Quietly, in office hush, it played:
Power, money  went to the skilled and mean.
“Power is from God,” the newborn demon said,
Yet Donbass wouldn’t crown Bandera “supreme”!

I was born and raised in Stalino town like steel,
And no one said: my country would forget.
I was born back then in Stalin-town,
And now they won’t recall it even yet.

Don-dona-don, don-duona-don! Don-dona-don, don-duona-don!
Don-dona-don, don-duona-don! Don-dona-don, don-duona-don!



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