A spring song

We are young, and the boys of our village
Are as bright as the stars up above.
Though we study our Marx and our Lenin
Still we sigh, in the springtime, for love.

Chorus:
Can it be as you say? Does love get you that way?
Oh, please tell me just how this can be.
We're in tune with the spring;
All the world seems to sing,
In our country so young and so free!

See that boy, with a tie like a rainbow,
On his way to the park for a stroll?
He's a Komsomol hero of labour,
With a prize for his output in coal.

Chorus:
Can it be as you say? &c....

Songs I learned at my mother's knee... She may have got it from Unity Theatre / Leeds Unity Theatre, but if anyone knows any more about its provenance, please tell me.