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35 lines
848 B
Plaintext
Komsomolskaya song
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Whether it's thunder, whether it is a quiet dance,
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Our little corners of the earth name.
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And always on the shoulders of a marching backpack.
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And the nightingales in the bosom live.
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Chorus:
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Wait, wait!
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You Komsomolets? Yes!
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Let's not give up ever!
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Man in this world there is no better,
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The YCL sixties!
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We are with the team, and with his family close
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We meet with joy and trouble,
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So as not one of us lay down a song
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In some two thousandth year!
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Chorus.
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And deep into the earth, and the expanse of the celestial wanderings
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You will pass at high speed,
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And tell the cosmos: "The upshot space!
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Where else have you, Komsomolets, you're going? "
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Chorus.
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Our youth ready for an attack
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Be ahead of me, and you're used to
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And to the members of the Komsomol, the new generation,
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You will come to them as an old Bolshevik!
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Chorus. |