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79 lines
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From village to village
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Go processors in the country,
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On the boundless expanse:
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According to the Black Earth region
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Before Mother Siberia.
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Sea endlessly wheat,
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And knock engines like heart.
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Red summer warmed
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People in the field with an ulterior motive.
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Honest people happy is,
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Will be happy forever,
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People happiness forever.
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My grandfather grains in the beard,
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We all smile in the faces,
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Today reigns everywhere
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Beauty wheat ...
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We find it a good home,
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That it did not rain mokla
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Barns all - new, old
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Enough gold full
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A young, self-leveling,
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Sun full grain ...
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Sun full grain ...
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Dear to us our edge,
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Dear land, rich edge.
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The sun rises over the mountain,
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Over the river breeze young.
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Sky blue, shine, wind young
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Sky blue-eyed, golden edge.
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Eh,
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This rye, it will not pass,
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Combine not proedesh.
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It turns out in the youth,
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Confident of victory.
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All - on the field! Our hour has come!
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The sun rises
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Not before us.
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Our ears and ask:
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Harvest.
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And a fine day comely
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Hurry to work.
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Full body is loaded.
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Go in a straight line machine,
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Bathed in a cloud of dust.
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Home road driver
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Long since forgotten.
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The songs sound,
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Rolls knock,
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Many in the current with us girls.
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Strong, brave, tanned
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The color of ripe corn.
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Come together
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Take necessary
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To finish late.
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difficulty birthplace strong.
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Dear to us our edge,
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Dear land, rich edge.
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The sun rises over the mountain,
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Over the river breeze young,
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Sky blue-eyed, golden edge.
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Oh, we have worked in this year
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The glory!
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Proud feat of the people
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By the right!
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Song is full,
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Glory for the country!
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Hail home country!
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