Текст песни Жанна Бичевская - Меж высоких хлебов затерялося

Between the high bread Lost
Our village is not rich.
 Woe to the bitter wandered around the world
 And we came across by chance.

Oh, the terrible disaster happened!
 We did not see this ever:
 As we head reckless -
 He shot a stranger!

  The Court came ... interrogations ... toshnehonko!
  Guess collect some money:
  Doctor examined him skorehonko
  And he commanded to bury somewhere.

  Between the two grain-producing nivami,
  Where was a narrow dolok,
  Under the big weeping willows
  I calmed down a poor shooter.

  There are songs to it round dance
  From dawn to reach the outskirts of the village,
  Will it grain-fields
  Sinlessness dreams waft.