From village to village


Go processors in the country,
On the boundless expanse:
According to the Black Earth region
Before Mother Siberia.

Sea endlessly wheat,
And knock engines like heart.
Red summer warmed
People in the field with an ulterior motive.
Honest people happy is,
Will be happy forever,
People happiness forever.

My grandfather grains in the beard,
We all smile in the faces,
Today reigns everywhere
Beauty wheat ...
We find it a good home,
That it did not rain mokla

Barns all - new, old
Enough gold full
A young, self-leveling,
Sun full grain ...
Sun full grain ...

Dear to us our edge,
Dear land, rich edge.
The sun rises over the mountain,
Over the river breeze young.
Sky blue, shine, wind young
Sky blue-eyed, golden edge.

Eh,
This rye, it will not pass,
Combine not proedesh.
It turns out in the youth,
Confident of victory.
All - on the field! Our hour has come!
The sun rises
Not before us.

Our ears and ask:
Harvest.
And a fine day comely
Hurry to work.
Full body is loaded.

Go in a straight line machine,
Bathed in a cloud of dust.
Home road driver
Long since forgotten.

The songs sound,
Rolls knock,
Many in the current with us girls.
Strong, brave, tanned
The color of ripe corn.
Come together
Take necessary
To finish late.
difficulty birthplace strong.
Dear to us our edge,
Dear land, rich edge.

The sun rises over the mountain,
Over the river breeze young,
Sky blue-eyed, golden edge.

Oh, we have worked in this year
The glory!
Proud feat of the people
By the right!
Song is full,
Glory for the country!
Hail home country!