39 lines
935 B
Plaintext
39 lines
935 B
Plaintext
Record my Komsomol
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On a distant civil thy father
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I went to the fire, not afraid of anything.
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And your friend over childhood
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When the bullet struck him.
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And then matured gait
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You're in the District Committee at dawn came.
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And he said briskly and clearly:
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"Write me in the Komsomol."
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Country rose from the ruins,
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And as the air she needed
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And the heart, and hot hands
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Most courageous girls and boys.
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And leaving home wicket
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You're with a wallet out of the house left
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And he said, Come to Magnitogorsk:
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Sign me up to the Komsomol.
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Were you brave and cheerful guy
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I was not afraid of the bombs or bayonets,
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You fell for the dashing crossing
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Before the victory of the ten steps.
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The commander took a simple note,
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Removing the battered helmet, I read:
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"If this fight, I'll fall,
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Sign me up to the Komsomol ".
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How many times at the top of the steep
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Komsomol went on the offensive.
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Again, says the young:
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"Write me the Komsomol!"
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