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49 lines
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The song is the first Pioneer detachment
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Again, I remember how the song
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Pioneers first group,
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I see working Presnya again
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And the cheerful faces of children.
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Red tie from a modest calico,
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The first gathering, the first cry: "Get ready!"
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In the blue sky, I see lightning
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Golden Pioneer fires.
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CHORUS:
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Sing a song, as he used to,
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Zapavala company officer,
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And I'm her softly Pick him up.
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And we are young again,
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And to exploit ready
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And we any business on the shoulder!
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By spring thunder peals
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Rose to the righteous fight
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Pioneers, so the soldiers now -
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The standard-bearer, bugler, team leader.
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Our cheerful silent drummer
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Without breaking the usual silence ...
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Only you, sang as before,
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The thinning standing column.
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CHORUS:
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No, we are not looking for easy ways,
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We raced around the country train
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And on our way there were
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Young as we are, of the city.
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I'm getting stronger and higher
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As if the burden falls years,
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Only hear the drum roll
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And call the fire: "Be prepared!"
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CHORUS:
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Sing a song, as he used to,
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Zapavala company officer,
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And I'm her softly Pick him up.
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And we are young again,
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And to exploit ready
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And we any business on the shoulder! 1964 |