young agronomist


Out on the field a young agronomist,
He said that the land in the dress color.

Chorus:
Good land - the edge of my dear,
I love you all Russian soul!

He did not sleep late, get up at dawn,
To more grain each ear gave.

Chorus.

Wind ruffled curls - golden flax,
Agronomist sang at the collective farm roads:

Chorus.

Young agronomist does not go away from the field:
He comes here as his bride.

Chorus.