With a voice that could inspire the masses of the globe
To seize power and enact a socialist mode
Young Trotsky sings to Heaven of Love of the mass
Bread and Peace for child and lass
A song to make all heart's swoon, take flight,
Banishing demons of the night,
Thou art the sublime friend, risen from eternity's fires,
Inspires feelings suffice to be sung to lyres,
Thine destiny to be immortalised in words sublime,
That vanquish hell and transcend time

Roaming, roving like a rainbow
In exile, Trotsky got to go
Into the world that bore him hate
His lust for Marxism insatiate
O cherished friend, beget thy sweetest sound,
That doth ring along the Earth, up and around,
Gift me with your precious thoughts,
Your perfect care, which Tsar's rule aborts
You are the revolution personified
Your ideas survived you when you died