Текст песни Оренбургский народный хор - Степи Оренбургские

Oh, lightning-sluts raffled away,
And the noise in the wilderness wheat where there were grasses.
Fly, Nightingales Kursk - and for you we have the grain!
Steppe, steppe Orenburg, boundless virgin ...

Is dating, Vanya, with clear radiance of the stars.
It is a pity that run on a date need forty-eight versts.
Yet only tropinochke narrow sea bread lay, not too ...
Steppe, steppe Orenburg, boundless virgin ...

Not seen anybody ever, that in the desert, where the dust alone,
Flowed everywhere b river, the river full of grain.
Became close to us unexplored distant Russian side -
Steppe, steppe Orenburg, boundless virgin ...