Текст песни Сводный хор ВГИИК 2016 - Курганы

Wind tends gray feather ,
On the roads of floating mist
And there are , as a living profit ,
Behind the mound , the mound .

Chorus : Oh , you're the steppe , steppe Razdolnaya ,
Dust yes scorching heat .
There were death soldiers
For Russia , with the native land .

Cavalry raced at a trot ,
And burning with fire swords ,
During the Soviet power in the battles
Fought shelves.
Chorus.

The blue haze mounds are sleeping ,
And feather softly sings a song .
Glory to the heroes feat through the ages
Our Soviet people .
Chorus.

 mound
Words by A. Vovnyaka