Текст песни Сектор Газа - Я в колхозе боевая, боевая-смелая

Oh, you are Bryansk forest, you are green forests,
Our new Seven-Year Plan will show miracles,
I'll go out and admire the collective farm fields,
Hand out my song from the collective farm to the Kremlin.

I'm on the collective farm, fighting-brave,
Dexterously I can dance and in my first job,
I love dear for caress, for a cheerful conversation,
For the gait and the eyes, and for the fact that the combine harvester.

Oh, oh, oh, you green grass!
Oh, oh, oh, you, my breast is yadrenaya!
Oh, oh, oh, you green grass!
Oh, oh, oh, you, my breast is yadrenaya!

- I asked - darling, fell on his shoulder?
- And I, dear, Nitsche, I fell in love with hot!
"I'm a drummer on the collective farm, do not you marry me!"
I will not go for lazy, you have three workdays,
On the green on the grass I will go out,
I manage the pig farm, that's why I'm proud,
And you walk around the backyard, you walk around, you're a lazy bastard,
Come to my window, I will not give you a radish!

Oh, oh, oh, you green grass!
Oh, oh, oh, you, my breast is yadrenaya!
Oh, oh, oh, you green grass!
Oh, oh, oh, you, my breast is yadrenaya!

As on our village soviet the red flag is cherished,
As for us, for the youth, the party hopes,
We will catch up with America, there is nothing to doubt,
If the party said the matter is secured!

We will build communism with new brigades,
And successes in work will please the party,
We sing Voronezh songs in Voronezh singing,
Who will fall in love with our children, still we will beat!

Oh, oh, oh, you green grass!
Oh, oh, oh, you, my breast is yadrenaya!
Oh, oh, oh, you green grass!
Oh, oh, oh, you, my breast is yadrenaya!