Future
will not come alone,
if a
we will not take action.
For his gills, - Komsomol!
By his tail, - pioneer!
Commune
not a fairy princess,
so about her
dream at night.
Calculate,
think it over,
aim -
and go
even for little things.
Communism
Not only
by the ground,
at factories in sweat.
They are at home
at the table,
in relationship,
in family,
at home.
Who creaks
delicious mother
all day,
like a greasy cart,
the,
who is melting
to the balalaika squeal,
the
until the future
not matured.
On the fronts
hit with machine guns -
not in this
one
war!
And families
and apartments attack
threatens
not less
us.
Who could not resist
home onslaught,
sleeps
in comfort
paper roses, —
until the coming
life powerful
the
while still
not matured.
Like a fur coat,
and time too -
eats away
everyday life her mole.
Of our days
dependent clothes
shake up, Komsomol!