"My face in a dark prison lay
And blind by life remained
No learning mine nor light of day,
A slave although unchained
Till through my darkness shone a ray
And Lenin’s truth I gained
We never looked upon his face
We never heard his voice
Yet closer than a father he
Much closer to us was
No father for his children did
What LENIN did for us
From darkness thick he made a light
From deserts gardens green
And out of death the life he brought
Through him the [weak] poor have seen.
A million sand grains make a mound
A million corn a sack
A million of the weakest straws
Break the strong camel’s back.
With all he had he took our part
He gave his brain, his blood, his heart."
Bons sonhos!
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