I heard tales of a woman, strong as a bear

Who trained in a factory yard somewhere

Under the red star’s glow, she rose from the ranks

Everyone whispered her name, but seldom gave thanks

They said she could bend metal like it was clay

And if you dared challenge her, you’d pay

She’s my Soviet steel, that champion dream

Morgan the mighty, the toughest I’ve seen

You’ll find her standing tall, where the legends convene

Flexing her power in a world so mean

From Leningrad’s cold nights to the heart of the ring

She made grown men tremble whenever she’d swing

Her muscles were carved by discipline and grit

Routines at dawn, no time to quit

She hoisted barbells heavier than the truth

And rumors of her feats spread far from Moscow to Duluth

She’s my Soviet steel, that champion dream

Morgan the mighty, the toughest I’ve seen

She’s got a heart of iron and a regal sheen

In victory or war, she’s the center of the scene

They say that in the old hall, under the hammer and sickle sign

Morgan stood with her trophies, in a spotlight so divine

She locked eyes with the future, her pride shining bright

A symbol of power in the dead of the night

Now times have changed, but her story remains

Of the unstoppable woman who redefined her domain

No crowd could contain her once she hit the stage

Her thunderous roar beyond any age

And though her hair was pinned, her spirit was free

To all who watch, she’s still the emblem of might and majesty

She’s my Soviet steel, that champion dream

Morgan the mighty, the toughest I’ve seen

She’s carved her own legend, unstoppable machine

Forever a marvel—our Russian queen