Текст песни Ольга Ковалёва - Ой, цвети, кудрявая рябина

Oh, color, curly rowan,
Pours, grapes, juice vernal.
And the other day at the far barn
I met a man unearthly.
He said: & quot; I arrived to the mowing,
We mow the grass in the meadows,
A machine for stubble will get along
I'm going to live your farm. & Quot;
Blouses blue color and the smell of poplars ...
He came out of the city, and I - from the fields.
Lark, veysya, veysya me,
My heart is full of love and spring.
With him we are together in the fields of collective farm
Poveda steel tractor.
In the dance we do not have fun,
And in the work we are always ahead.
Withered curly rowan,
Nalilisya cluster vernal juice.
And now at the far barn
Oh, man, I say goodbye to unearthly