The scars from my battles of old have almost faded. Great memorials have been placed on my hills recalling the days when I was fought for.
In 1961 my name was changed once more. I am called 'Volgograd' after the river that brought so many to my shores.
Some of my citizens miss the old name, 'Stalingrad', for it is the name their grandfathers, grandmothers and parents fought for. Some miss the communist government and the standards that were set by the old regime. Others are happy with new freedoms allowed under the Russia of this modern age.
Whether rich or poor, progressive or traditional they are still my people. Through their daily struggles and successes, I rest. For now I may sleep in the sunshine. But I am vigilant. I am ready always to strike should the next invader threaten my children.
Not one step back!
I, soldier. I, mother. I, Russian. I, Volgograd: I am content.
from за волгой для нас земли нет,
released July 17, 2013
modern recording of Volgograd city sounds by Oleg Kotrunov. words by Jucifer. voiced by Larisa Medvedeva.