Текст песни Ростислав Чебыкин - Колхоз

And somehow, I remember, at our farm
Someone from the city brought
Many interesting books,
And one of them was
We are especially sweet,
Written by her professor -
Not a wonderful formulas,
Not on earth satellites,
Not about sines and fractions,
And about how at the dawn
He wakes up in a hole
The terrible beast on hobbit named.

Here and I began to dream:
It would be nice to become a gnome
And to plow in a mountain farm.
Brother of the Nazgul will come down,
And his wife, as an elf, singing,
Well tёscha - just Gollum!
Suddenly out of the cellar in the yard,
Taking a one-handed ax,
And the other clutching a pitchfork,
Out old Nicanor,
He says: "I Fëanor,
Give Silmarils! "

There is begun!
I divide the whole farm:
Those in favor of the dark who for light.
That same night some bastard
Wrote "Baruk Khazad"
In the village council gate.
Prickled lake:
There's One Ring
All together looking pioneers.
It was decided to vote,
to rename
Our collective farm "Precepts of the Age."

Agronomist Intermedia fields
He wants instead of poplars
Plant telperiony.
We are talking in Quenya,
Instead mat Sindarin -
There are idioms!
We took a Lenin portrait,
Signed "Elbereth"
And let him pray!
Worried about a question:
If so stuck farm,
What is happening in the city?