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29 lines
675 B
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Song Young Michurinists
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Under the vernal winds apple blossom.
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Birds over skvoreshnyami singing fun.
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The sun in the sky, squinting in the morning,
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And we, Michurinists, the busy time to go.
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Chorus:
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For his work, friends, get to work!
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We walk towards the spring!
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We will plant gardens! golden fruit
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We will present to their native country!
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Apple tree elegant pleases the eye,
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And next to the grape vine stretches.
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The storm will not break them, the cold did not kill.
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Grandchildren Michurin calls us people!
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Chorus.
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Let Chita and Vologda, Omsk and Oryol,
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Each of our city and in every village
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Prettier streets of dense gardens.
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Young Michurinists put them!
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Chorus.
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