Текст песни Оренбургский народный хор - Степи Оренбургские

Oh, lightning-sluts raffled away,
And the noise in the wilderness wheat where there were feather grass.
Fly, Nightingales Kursk - and for you we have the grain!
Steppe, Orenburg steppe, boundless virgin ...

Is dating, Vanya, with clear radiance of the stars.
It is a pity that run on a date should be forty-eight vents.
Only still tropinochke narrow bread fell into the sea is not visible ...
Steppe, Orenburg steppe, boundless virgin ...

No one ever saw, that in the desert where the dust alone,
B flowed around the river, the river full of grain.
It has become close to us far unbeaten Russian side -
Steppe, Orenburg steppe, boundless virgin ...