А в городе мята
А все приломата Да ой, лели, лёли, ой, лей лёли, лёли.
Да вся приломата, в пучки повязата.
В пучки повязата дороженька вслата.
Дороженька вслата, как во поле жито.
А во поле жито, яровая пшеница.
Яровая пшеница с людьми говорила.
С людьми говорила, ой вы люди, люди.
Ой, вы люди люди, дивные народы.
Дивные народы, скорей меня жните.
Скорей меня жните, скорей подкосите.
Не могу я стояти под толстым колосьем
And in the city of mint
And all the grazing and oh, Leli, Leill, Oh, Lei Lyoul, Lyoul.
Yes, the whole gracious, in the bundles is torn.
In the bundles, the road is torn.
Road Fighting, as in the field of Life.
And in the field of life, spring wheat.
Spring wheat spoke with people.
People said with people, oh you are people, people.
Oh, you are people people, wondrous peoples.
Warrant nations, look forward to me.
Mostly, I feel more likely.
I can not stand under the thick oscillation
