Young friends come to meet square dance show lyrics

Song: "Young Friends Come to Meet"

Lyrics:

Young friends come to meet today

Swinging up the boat, the warm wind blows gently

Flowers smell and birds chirp

Springtime is intoxicating

Songs of joy and laughter are flying around the colorful clouds

Ah, my dear friends, to whom does this wonderful springtime belong

It belongs to me, to you, to the new generation of the eighties

The great country should meet again in another twenty years

A great country should meet again.

We will meet again in twenty years

How beautiful is the great motherland

The sky is new and the earth is new

The spring light is brighter

The city and the countryside are more bright

Ah, my dear friends

Who is to be relied upon to create the wonders of the world

Who is to be relied upon to create the wonders of the world

Who is to be relied upon to create the wonders of the world

Who is to be relied upon to create the wonders of the world? It's up to me, it's up to you, it's up to us, the new generation of the 1980s

I hope we'll meet again at that time

To whom does glory belong when we raise a glass in praise of heroes

How much have we sweated for the motherland and for the Four Worlds

When we look back on the past, do we have any shame in our hearts

Ah, my dear friends, may we raise our glasses in the last days

Put up our chests to get away from the beauty of the world

This is a great opportunity to make the most of the past and the future. The glory belongs to the new generation of the eighties

We'll meet again in twenty years

Look at the beauty of the great motherland

The sky is new and the earth is new

Springtime is brighter

The cities and villages are brightening up

Ah, my dear friends

Who do you want to create miracles for

You want to depend on me, you want to depend on me. You depend on us, the new generation of the 1980s

Wish we could meet again at that time

To whom does the glory belong when we raise our glasses in praise of the heroes

How much have we sweated for the motherland and for the Four Worlds

When we look back, do we have any shame in our hearts

Ah, my dear friends, may we raise our glasses in the last days

To stand up our chests to get away from the beauty of the world

The glory belongs to us.