Swung open space field


For birch grove noisy
I swung open expanse of the field ...
A warm wind blows over the Niwa,
Gold, gold, gold ...

Song in urochat school girls,
A song for the floating clouds.
Steppe to the edge of the bread is rich,
Wide, wide, wide ...

The rainbow sky, bright playing,
Embraces field and meadow.
You always us storonka native,
The road, the road, the road ...

Oh, you bread prairie, thick,
Rose, fresh wind breathing!
To what today Russia
Good, good, good ... 1956