Текст песни Г. Виноградов - Пшеница золотая

Golden wheat
Music: Matvey Blanter. Words: Mikhail Isakovsky.

I feel good, pushing the ears apart,
Sometimes to go here in the evening.
The golden wheat stands as a wall
On the sides of the field path.

All night long quails sing in the wheat
That there will be a fruitful year.
More about what is beyond the river in the village,
My love, my destiny lives on.

We went to school together with her,
They went to plow and sow with her,
And since then my native field
The relatives became even more expensive.

And at the hour when over our side
In the distance the evening dawn stands,
The native field speaks to me,
He talks about the best things in life.

And it's good for me to stay here
And, looking into the distance, think, be silent.
High wheat rustles, rustles,
And she can't see the end and edge.


1950