We salute you, brave steel workers, toiling every day|Not for fame and fortune do they slog, just duty on their mind|With sweaty brow and heavy hand they strike the glowing steel|To cast our warriors' finest armor, drive-wheel and track-link.|To cast our warriors' finest armor, drive-wheel and track-link||We salute you, brave steel workers, toiling every day|They wear neither swords nor ribbons, never march in rank and file|our nation on their shoulders, their medals made of soot|Every rivet that they strike, a cheerful victory bell.|Every rivet that they strike, a cheerful victory bell.||Ref|Raise your hammers, turn the wrench! Light ablaze the forge!|'till the glory of your work darkens Kharkov's skies