The Dream of the Generations

For us, the younger generation

There is but only one cause

The cause of social and national liberation

Inherited from the old generations

When we were younger and not old enough

We heard the songs of the coming revolution,

We heard the rich cursing, haunted but by one thought -

The vision of impending revolution

Fathers brought home the thoughts of their mates

Excited discussions coated with secret joy

In anticipation of the day when exploitation will end

The dream of our fathers and mothers - the seething volcano

We saw the faces of workers lit up only

When they again received the news

Of the impending revolution - of the new world

Those days we spent plotting the old world's destruction

The dream - without exploitation and wage-slavery

Dream of the dignity of the working man

Of the producer the modern proletariat

The gravedigger of the bourgeoisie.

Red flags, hot tempers, manifestos of revolutionary change,

The blueprint of the new world, according to the inherent laws,

Clenched fists, fearlessly advancing against the bayonets,

Unshakeable and undefeated, the old generation bequeathed us revolution.

The dream of the progressive - the enlightened,

Of Marx, Engels, Lenin, Stalin -

Of Marxist-Leninists, of workers of all countries,

This dream propels the wheel of history.

We are the younger generation - young and fresh and new -

The generations' dream has been passed down to us,

With the added revolutionary drive -

That makes us yearn and work for revolution tirelessly.

We the new generation - we the future on which

Our fathers and mothers, proletarians, progressives,

Oppressed and all those who care - hold high hopes.

The dream of the generations is young and fresh in us.

The dream of the generations is young and fresh in us.