Song Young Michurinists


Under the vernal winds apple blossom.
Birds over skvoreshnyami singing fun.
The sun in the sky, squinting in the morning,
And we, Michurinists, the busy time to go.

Chorus:
For his work, friends, get to work!
We walk towards the spring!
We will plant gardens! golden fruit
We will present to their native country!

Apple tree elegant pleases the eye,
And next to the grape vine stretches.
The storm will not break them, the cold did not kill.
Grandchildren Michurin calls us people!

Chorus.

Let Chita and Vologda, Omsk and Oryol,
Each of our city and in every village
Prettier streets of dense gardens.
Young Michurinists put them!

Chorus.

1949