My infinite soul is already full
With confusing songs and also noises;
My electric heart is already full
With inflamed currents.
My soul has become a radio station
For the entire world and all of mankind;
And it is so high, my soul's station,
Like Massis so high, and also so firm -
Mighty, terrible!

In these fervent days, wind-driven, confused -
The song of million hearts distant or near
It is now my fate to sing it today;
My multimillion, ten thousands of friends'
Joy of today and their great flight as well -
Today it's my song's turn to cast the fate
Of the coming days.

Therefore this is why
As a gigantic, as an Eiffelian
Enormous tower,
At past and coming centuries' threshold
Mighty, high above,
I am now standing with my entire height
And I am singing.
And my soul is now a radio station,
It is now sending its fiery red song
Far and far away; -
To all of the hearts, who live and exist
In all directions.

My soul is singing, sounding fervently.
I know in front of my song of today -
Facing the red sparks of my soul as well -
Each single soul is a radio station,
Wherever it is!
Every soul which lives, each soul which exists,
And is carrying upon its own wings
The same great concept, the immense concept
Of these fervent days, -
The radiant concept of these fervent days.
Every single soul,
Which is today with its wings of iron
Ringing and rustling -
And is searching for new rest and lulling
In the uproar of million rebel wings...

Do you know, that now
Here -
In my ruined country of Nayiri
And far - far away -
Inside red Moscow,
At yellow Tibet,
At San Francisco, enormous London
And at Singapore -
In all locations, in all directions
The world is pregnant with a novel song?

Far away- and near
Inside the mine pits,
At the factories,
In the wide steppes and in the forests -
In all locations, in all directions,
My brothers, thousands, who're lulled with the song
Of iron and of bronze, of the soil and mines!
Who possesses our will of fire today,
Our blood-red power
Our fervent fortune
So universal?

Who has them today...?
It's us who are new, we're tens of thousands!

Like an enormous disc made of iron
The brave will of our thousands of brothers,
So universal -
We have already thrown with immense force
Toward all the winds of the coming days,
Toward - the Future...