Текст песни Д. Шостакович. Из еврейской народной поэзии - 9. Хорошая жизнь

Alexander Maslennikov (tenor)

Good Life (ff. Folk, translation S. Olender)

On the spacious field, friends dear,
Songs I did not sing during the deaf.
Not for me blossomed field,
Not for me dew dripping.
At the close the basement, in the darkness of crude
I lived once, exhausted by poverty,
And the sad song swept from the basement
On the hill of my meal unprecedented.
Kolhoznaya stream, let it flow more fun
Friends tell my bow as soon as possible,
Say that the farm is now my home,
Flowering tree standing by the window.
Now for me the fields bloom,
I was fed with milk and honey.
I am happy, and you tell my brothers:
The collective farm fields will compose songs I!