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62 lines
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Komsomol ditties
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Sings, friend, song,
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About the collective farm affairs.
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As spring flowers
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Our youth blossomed.
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Beyond the river, beyond the Oka,
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Green Christmas trees.
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Tractor drivers have
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Girls-komsomolochki.
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Komsomol in our favor,
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I am proud of the Komsomol,
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I shock worker on the farm,
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The Komsomol Record.
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Dawn of gold in the sky,
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Zorka brighter month
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I am a young member of the Komsomol,
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October of the same age.
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Oh, the river, which
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You have to swim.
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I am a member of the Komsomol military,
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I want to be an engineer.
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Dear Poet our Pushkin,
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It is a pity that we do not live
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I wrote to you a poem
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About the farm, about youth.
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I kombaynorka Komsomol
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I am wearing a red ribbon.
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I fell in love with the Komsomol,
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Komsomol treasure.
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A lot of stars in the sky,
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One brightest lights.
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Many women soldiers girls.
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Their country is my raises.
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On such a happy life
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Do not ever dreamed of.
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Steel girls in Union
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labor heroines.
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Dear to the army leaves,
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But I will sing sweet:
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Take care of the land of the Soviets
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Like love, like his mother!
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How green firs,
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How many branches in the garden,
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And how many girls ready
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To the defense and labor.
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Dear to the army left,
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I went to see off.
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In parting ordered
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At the border she does not doze off. |