Текст песни Виталий Шокин - Ой, ты рожь

In the field behind the Occolic, where you go,
And noise and tear away from the road Rye.
Black eyes seen - through the field of VJD
There's a meeting, published, the boy goes.

Chorus:
Oh you, rye, eat well!
What are you talking about, golden rye?
Happiness is met -

You won't pass by, oh you, rye!

Music flows from the sky, the breeze rises.
On the path of narrow, they met,
Bypassing each other whether - spikes will remember ...
And the eyes like coals, what's there - you will not understand!

It can be seen, happiness could share the divide.
Both of one way embraced, went.
Rye is noise, swinging, do not see the trace.
That's how it happens in life sometimes!