24 lines
424 B
Plaintext
24 lines
424 B
Plaintext
young agronomist
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Out on the field a young agronomist,
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He said that the land in the dress color.
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Chorus:
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Good land - the edge of my dear,
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I love you all Russian soul!
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He did not sleep late, get up at dawn,
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To more grain each ear gave.
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Chorus.
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Wind ruffled curls - golden flax,
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Agronomist sang at the collective farm roads:
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Chorus.
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Young agronomist does not go away from the field:
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He comes here as his bride.
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Chorus. |