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.