Текст песни Ансамбль им. А. В. Александрова - Ой, ты рожь

In a field on the outskirts ,
Where are you going ,
And noise and slopes
A road rye.
Black eyes have seen -
Wade through the field
There's a meeting, from a distance,
The boy goes.

Chorus:
Oh you , rye,
Sing well !
You are what you sing ,
Golden rye ?
Happiness is met -
Past will not pass ,
Oh you , Rye !

From the sky pours music
Breeze rings .
On the trail narrow
They met ,
Outdo each other if -
Spikelets pomnesh ...
And eyes like coals
What is it - you will not understand !

Chorus .

One can see the happiness equally
Able to divide .
Both in the same direction ,
Embracing gone .
Rye noise , swinging ,
Can not see the track.
That's how it happens
In life sometimes!

Chorus .