Stalingrado - Stormy Six

Fame e macerie sotto i mortai

Come l’acciaio resiste la citta'

Strade di Stalingrado, di sangue siete lastricate;

ride una donna di granito su mille barricate.

Sulla sua strada gelata la croce uncinata lo sa

D’ora in poi trovera' Stalingrado in ogni citta'.

L’orchestra fa ballare gli ufficiali nei caffe',

l’inverno mette il gelo nelle ossa,

ma dentro le prigioni l’aria brucia come se cantasse il coro dell’Armata Rossa.

La radio al buio e sette operai,

sette bicchieri che brindano a Lenin

e Stalingrado arriva nella cascina e nel fienile,

vola un berretto, un uomo ride e prepara il suo fucile.

Sulla sua strada gelata la croce uncinata lo sa

D’ora in poi trovera' Stalingrado in ogni citta'

Hunger and rubble under the mortars

How steel resists the city

Stalingrad streets, you are paved with blood;

laughs a granite woman on a thousand barricades.

On her frozen road she knows the swastika

From now on you will find Stalingrad in every city.

The orchestra makes the officers dance in the cafes,

winter puts frost in the bones,

but inside the prisons the air burns as if the Red Army choir sang.

The radio in the dark and seven workers,

seven glasses that toast to Lenin

and Stalingrad comes to the farmhouse and the barn,

a cap flies, a man laughs and readies his rifle.

On his frozen road the swastika knows it

From now on you will find Stalingrad in every city