Текст песни Ростислав Чебыкин - Колхоз

And somehow I remember to our collective farm
Someone from the city brought
Many interesting books,
And one of them was
We especially Mila,
Wrote her professor -
Not about the formulas of wonderful
Not about the satellites of the earth
Not about sines and fractions,
And about how at the dawn
Wakes up in Nore
The terrible beast named Hobbit.

Here and started to dream:
It would be good to become
And plow in the collective farm mountain.
Brother for Nazgul will come down
And the wife like an elf sings
Well, a mother-in-law - just thylum!
Suddenly from the cellar on the courtyard,
Taking one hand ax,
And the other squeezing the forks,
An old Nikanor came out,
Says: "I am Feanor,
Give Silmarillas! "

It started here!
All collective farm divided:
Who is for dark, who is light.
At the same night, some kind of reptile
Posted by "Barow Can't
At the gate of the village council.
Has rose Ozerzo:
There are all the ring
A friendly pioneers are looking for.
It was decided to vote
To rename
Our collective farm in the "Testa of Era".

Agronomy intermediate
Wants instead of poplary
Plant Talperions.
We speak to Quen,
Instead of Mata Sindarin -
There are such idioms!
Took Lenin portrait,
Signed "Elbert"
And let him pray!
Concerned only the question:
Times the collective farm inserted
What is happening in the city?