Go out at night in a field with a horse,
At night quietly go dark,
We'll go with a horse on the field together,
We'll go with a horse on the field together ...
At night, the stars in the grace,
In the one to be seen,
Only we the horse go on the field,
Only we the horse across the field go ...
I Sit astride a horse,
You carry it across the field I,
In my endless field,
In my endless field ...
Let me go and see,
Where dawn gives birth to the field,
Ai cranberry color, so red dawn
Ali is the place, it is not Ali.
Polyushko my - springs,
Distant villages in flames,
Gold rye, flax so kinky ...
I'm in love with you, Russian, love ...
It will be a good year, a farmer,
There were all kinds - any pass!
A gilded rye Sing, Sing curly flax,
Sing about how I love Russia.
