Текст песни Маханаим - Нива вся белешенька стоит

Niva is all white
Golden grains crumble
Only the wind moves the harvest
But nobody's backs are bent here

The sun is still hot
Heats, encourages workers
But no one is in a hurry to reap
Few hunters who love her

Where are the reapers, where are the toilers of the day
They are going to work for a long time
Cold blows to the fields
Let the best days not wait

Hurry, oh dear friends
Collect the fruits of Christ's work
The end of the day is coming
The long-awaited harvest has ripened