Record my Komsomol


On a distant civil thy father
I went to the fire, not afraid of anything.
And your friend over childhood
When the bullet struck him.

And then matured gait
You're in the District Committee at dawn came.
And he said briskly and clearly:
"Write me in the Komsomol."

Country rose from the ruins,
And as the air she needed
And the heart, and hot hands
Most courageous girls and boys.

And leaving home wicket
You're with a wallet out of the house left
And he said, Come to Magnitogorsk:
Sign me up to the Komsomol.

Were you brave and cheerful guy
I was not afraid of the bombs or bayonets,
You fell for the dashing crossing
Before the victory of the ten steps.

The commander took a simple note,
Removing the battered helmet, I read:
"If this fight, I'll fall,
Sign me up to the Komsomol ".

How many times at the top of the steep
Komsomol went on the offensive.
Again, says the young:
"Write me the Komsomol!"

1964