Текст песни Кубанские казаки - Урожайная

Harvest
Music: I. Dunaevsky Lyrics: M. Isakovsky

On the river, the river Kuban
During the wave of the wave of runs.
golden loaves
Kuban Steppe noise.
Know decided we wonder,
Grain growers master,
To lomilisya barns
From the Kuban good.

Chorus:
Get out, get,
Yes loads, loads,
Presses - came the time.
Ah, our harvest, harvest,
Vintage high.

We remove as needed -
No grain is not lost -
Because very friendly
And we are reliable people.
And go, go carts
In the city on the highway,
Do not remain collective
Prior to the motherland in debt.

Chorus

Do not reward us seduced -
This will tell you either.
We raised our bread
For the sake of the honor of labor.
If this award w
It will be awarded to us,
We do not say: - No, do not! -
We will answer that need.

Chorus

1949