A spring song
Apr. 12th, 2005 10:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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.
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Date: 2005-04-13 07:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-13 08:04 am (UTC)And - much as I love the internet - it cheers me to discover that once in a while I still know something that it doesn't.
(Except that now it does, of course...)
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Date: 2005-04-13 03:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-14 08:49 am (UTC)But no, given a choice between having a secret and showing off, I'll show off!
Good "strawberry thief" icon, btw - you have a great set of icons!
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Date: 2005-04-14 06:46 pm (UTC)If you want to discourage search engines, go here:
http://www.livejournal.com/editinfo.bml
and check the box next to:
Block Robots/Spiders from indexing your journal
From what you said above, I assume you don't want to. But I just can't leave that hanging.
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Date: 2005-04-15 08:09 am (UTC)Exciting discovery
Date: 2010-11-05 09:20 am (UTC)Delighted that you have written this down; it is the only reference to this song anywhere.
Re: Exciting discovery
Date: 2010-11-09 12:18 pm (UTC)Do you know which school your father learned it at? My parents both taught in the East End, but not until after the war.
Re: Exciting discovery
Date: 2010-11-19 02:32 pm (UTC)He was taught this song too...
Fatherland of mine so wide and spacious
Filled with mountains, plains and river fair
I know not of any other country
Where man's freedom can with ours compare.
Everywhere our life is wide and joyous
Like the Volga flowing in the spring
To the young the road in life lies open
To the old great happiness we bring.