Young Friends
Today's meeting
Swing up the boat
The warm wind blows gently
Flowers are fragrant, the birds are chirping
Springtime is intoxicating
The songs and laughs are flying around the colorful clouds
Ah, my dear friends
Fantastic! To whom does the springtime belong
To me, to you
To us, the new generation of the eighties
We will meet again in twenty years
How beautiful is the great motherland
The sky is new, the earth is new, and the springtime is even more beautiful
The city and the countryside are shining with radiance
Ah, my dear friends
Who will create this tomorrow?
It is up to me, it is up to you
It is up to us, the new generation of the eighties.
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Stick out your chest and smile
Glory to the new generation of the eighties
Glory to the new generation of the eighties
Glory to the new generation of the eighties
Glory to the new generation of the eighties
The new generation of the eighties
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