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boys
Draws frost patterns on the window glass,
But our boys do not like to sit in the warmth.
Boys, boys rush of snow-capped mountains.
Boys, boys, well, they do not envy you?
On the evening of waltzes school perky sound.
For the first time shy boys look at girls.
Boys, boys, all of a sudden heart pounding in his chest,
Boys, that will have you come?
When the alarm sounded in the beloved land,
Boys froze in the harsh soldier's ranks.
Boys, boys, you first have rushed into battle
Boys, boys overshadowed the country.
Swim in the ocean, flying high in the sky
Respectable people with boyish spark in his eyes.
Boys, boys, let proletyut year
Boys, boys, for us you are always boys.