In the fields of endless toil and strife,
Where workers’ hands have shaped their life,
A vision rises, bold and bright,
To challenge power, reclaim the night.

The chains of greed shall break and fall,
As brothers, sisters, hear the call,
To stand as one, with voices strong,
And right the centuries of wrong.

The red flag waves, a symbol proud,
Of unity amidst the crowd,
Where every soul has equal say,
In shaping dawns of a new day.

No more shall few hold all the might,
For justice shines, with guiding light,
In Marxist dreams, the world will see,
A future forged in equity.