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971 B
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43 lines
971 B
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The song of our youth
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Above the native side of the spring
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Not bugler there singing a song -
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On a big feat to work
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We, my friends, Fatherland calls!
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Come out, who are young and healthy,
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The struggle and work out!
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Many are waiting for unclimbed roads
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Many glorious deeds to come!
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Chorus:
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Flowers, flowers, honey, my Fatherland,
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Lead our youth a great trail!
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Strong Komsomol our family,
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And we all soul only with you!
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Color, my dear Fatherland!
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This is what we in the taiga fires lit,
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Spent channels to the fields,
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This run our ships
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Open our seas!
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Steppes rustles golden wheat -
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This is your seed, Komsomol!
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As a hero by the heat and blizzard
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you went home for the country!
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Chorus.
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Well and together we live,
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We will live together, more fun!
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For the machine and in the field behind the wheel
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Young forces at work do not be sorry!
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Youth of my native country,
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Does not suit us to live without worries!
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On a big feat to work
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We, my friends, Fatherland calls!
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Chorus. |