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near the river
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Oh, winds over us flag, red silk!
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In the steppe went wide Infantry Regiment,
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A blossomed around collective farm fields -
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Our Russian Soviet land!
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Near the river, at the track beside the path
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At the dawn of a girl knitting bundles
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They sang a song golden wheat,
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Zorka clear blazed across the river.
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Over fields lost bugler signal.
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Stood our regiment infantry in the field on a halt
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In rest of the river, to smoke.
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Oh, do not you eh, girls, podsobit?
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And they went to the collective farm growing stacks,
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If the army quickly built in rows.
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Bright golden blooms Privolny edge.
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Oh, and our glorious collective farm harvest!
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Worked, worked fighters
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Unlike in the work well done.
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And our girls said the men:
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"Do you often come to visit us!"
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"Blagodarstvuem, beauty, for the honor,
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Just ask you one question to consider.
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Our mandate, girls, you will be as follows:
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To find a bride for our husbands. "
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Oh, winds over us flag, red silk!
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Accompanied with the song the girls our regiment,
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A blossomed around collective farm fields -
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Our Russian Soviet land! 1950 |