Текст песни Максим Рильський - Троянди й виноград

From the field came tired girl
And although dining caring mother crying,
For hoe - and the flower, which bloomed mug,
Where kucheryavlyatsya bushes and lovage mint.

On the way the driver returned far,
Covered with dust, smoke all propahlyy -
By the vineyard - Is it time mildew letter
Where not corrupt? Well, the fight vestymem!

The garden kolkhoz inquisitive young man
Pollination thin examines laws -
And as good over a black ground poppy
Shimmers like a red flame!

We work like that work passed,
And roll music that gently presses heart
In human happiness are two equal wings:
Roses and grapes, beautiful and useful.
September 6, 1955, the Kyiv