Текст песни Дороженька - Хор им. Пятницкого

Road
Music: V. Zakharov Words: Pelagia Semenova
In a pure pellet, the road is visible
All pretended to yellow sand.
Life is good, like Sunny, clear -
Do not return to us neither grief, nor longing.
The fog spreads over the river
Dew pure fell on the grass.
I put on my burgundy sundress,
I am raspberries - Red Berries - Narva.
Young and cheerful walking.
Do not return to us neither grief or trouble.
I am proud of my work, I am proud of:
I am a shock of collective farm labor.
In a pure pellet, the road lay down,
Like a light big strip.
Dawn-light Room light light,
And she leads to the victories of wonders.
Who paved the collective farmway,
Who protrusted the collective farm path?
This Lenin laid the path,
This Stalin woven the path of the track.
We are on a light on a road stand.
We are happy for happiness for life.
Like greens after the first rain
We are growing and moving forward.
And for this for the Great Leader
Our glory, our songs, our honor.

1939.