A tram fare’s tucked safe in my pocket,
Week’s plans are all neatly lined in my notebook.
You told me, “Don’t ever give up, hold tight,”
And I truly believed every word that night.
[Chorus]
How sincerely we loved—
No need to hide our eyes or hands.
How we believed in ourselves,
While the whole wide world was at our command.
The Komsomol wasn’t just a loud slogan,
It was a shoulder to lean on, a shared, steady path.
We knew how to stand our ground, unshaken,
We knew how never to turn back.
[Bridge]
Though the years have swept so much away,
Our addresses now lie worlds apart.
But that fire, it never burned to gray—
Not a single calendar could erase its mark.
[Final Chorus]
How sincerely we loved—
We never counted the days that flew by.
How we believed in ourselves, growing stronger,
Just a little more with each passing sky.
The Komsomol lives on in those kind faces,
In letters, meetings, and the votes we cast.
We knew how to be there for each other,
Real and true, back in that time, at last.
