Текст песни Дулевич А. - Урожай

CROP

Cropland productions
The ear of corn turning.
Wood is easy to cut with axes.
It is not easy to root out the evil.

This man is a loose soil,
This man is in the heart of spring.
This, though, and you just do not understand
The essence of their craft.

                       Ex:
Remember evil against me, those that remember me softly
And remember, as you can me.
To the death, my life has not subsided,
For there, below, to harvest.

Learn to fight weeds,
Cut the root grievances chaff.
This kind word rains
Scream until fall silent.

This, because every day is very important.
This man is not yet seem edge.
This, well, tell the autumn,
What we are waiting for the harvest.

September 7, 2011