Виктор Сиднев - Т150 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And I'm a simple Soviet tractor driver from the heart of the wheat fields, my working life unfolds in the fields, real, painfully harsh.

I'll wipe the salty sweat with a rag and go plow the boundless expanses, the horizon is nowhere to be seen, under the scorching, hot sun the dust rises in a column, and my T-150 roars with its diesel engine.

I'll hook up the five-furrow plow, sigh with a smile, surveying the expanses, I'll gently lower the plowshares, level everything, and then the work begins,

I'll wipe the salty sweat with a rag and go plow the boundless expanses, the horizon is nowhere to be seen, under the scorching, hot sun the dust rises in a column, and my T-150 roars with its diesel engine.

And in the evening I'll park my tractor, and after a bath I'll have a hundred and fifty grams of vodka, hugging my wife and my beloved children, my family, for whom I live,

I'll wipe the salty sweat with a rag and go plow the boundless expanses, the horizon is nowhere to be seen, under the scorching, hot sun the dust rises in a column, and my T-150 roars with its diesel engine.

I'll wipe the salty sweat with a rag and go plow the boundless expanses, the horizon is nowhere to be seen, under the scorching, hot sun the dust rises in a column, and my T-150 roars with its diesel engine.

Boundless expanses, the horizon is nowhere to be seen

And my T-150 is falling apart, creaking,

And my T-150 is falling apart, creaking.