Виктор Сиднев - Родной колхоз - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Christ bless our dear collective farm, where the scent of kindness and bread, birch trees, willow buds, and poplars, and the smell of the bathhouse in the village, a beautiful and soulful sunset, all city dwellers can't understand.

The shepherd leads the herd into the sunset, and the tractor reaps silage in the field, the milkmaids have delivered their full quota, smoke rises from the bathhouse, the neighbor has set up a seven-hundred-meter slab, and the grandmothers are sitting on the bench.

The rooster crows, the collective farmer is right there, to clean up the manure and feed the cattle, and after that, the garden, such a life I can't live without, oh, how can I live here until evening.

And after that, the garden, such a life I can't live without, oh, how can I live here until evening.

The shepherd leads the herd into the sunset, and the tractor reaps silage in the field, the milkmaids have delivered their full quota, smoke rises from the bathhouse. Smoke, a neighbor set up a 700-liter ka, and the old ladies are sitting on a bench.

We wait for sunset, set the table, and drink three-liters of vodka, and the tune stretches to the accordion:

How tractor drivers plow in the field and how cows wave their tails, my dear collective farm, I am one with you.

How tractor drivers plow in the field and how cows wave their tails, my dear collective farm, I am one with you.