Music: V.Kochetov Tags: Ya.Belinsky
Oh, winds over us flag, red silk !
The steppe went wide Infantry Regiment ,
A collective farm fields bloomed around -
Our Russian Soviet land !
Near the river , off the track , at a track
At the dawn of girls knitted bundles
Sang the song golden wheat ,
Dawn glowed clear across the river .
Over fields bugler lost signal.
Got our rifle regiment in the field on a halt
At the river to rest , smoke.
Oh, you do not need miles , girls , podsobit ?
And they went to the stacks grow kolkhoz ,
If the army quickly built in rows.
Bright gold flowers Privolny edge.
Oh, and nice our collective farm harvest!
Bother , worked fighters
Differences in work well done .
And our girls told the men :
" You often come to visit us ! "
" Blagodarstvuem , beauties , for the honor,
Just ask you one question to consider .
Our mandate , girls , you will be as follows:
Find brides for our brides . "
Oh, winds over us flag, red silk !
Accompanied with the song girls , our regiment ,
A collective farm fields bloomed around -
Our Russian Soviet land !
1950
