Текст песни Геннадий Белов - Хлеба

The term of the soldier's service has already ended,
But I still don't take off my overcoat from my shoulders:
I stand among the loaves on a narrow border -
I swear allegiance to the field!

Chorus:
Bread - to the left, bread - to the right,
Bread for happiness, bread for glory!
Endless, ripe cornfields
Here is a gentle spill,
Here is my state of the sun loaves.

I walked across the field in tarpaulin boots,
Soldiers' march measured his share.
I recognized each spikelet by touch
And he fell asleep, tired, in the field.

Chorus.

And my cap completely faded,
And the tunic became very salty.
But here they are, amber bread, noise,
How soldiers dreamed in war!

Chorus.