Текст песни Комба БАКХ - ой, цвети, кудрявая рябина

Oh, color, curly rowan,
Pours, grapes, juice vernal,
A few days ago at the far barn
I met a man unearthly.
He said: "I came to the mowing,
We mow the grass springtime,
A machine for stubble will get along,
I'm going to live your farm. "

Blouses blue color and the smell of poplars ...
He came out of the city, and I fields.
Lark, veysya, veysya me,
My heart is full of love and spring!
With him we are together in the fields of collective farm
Poveda steel tractor
In the dance we do not have more fun
And in the first times.
Withered curly rowan,
Nalilisya grapes juice vernal,
And now at the far barn,
Oh, man, I said goodbye to unearthly.