Текст песни Геннадий Белов - Шумят хлеба

Composer Composer
Alexander Pakhmutova
Verses of the poet Sergei
Grebennikov,
Military service term
already ended,
But the cloak from his shoulders I do not
shoot:
Standing among the loaves on
narrow balk -
Swear allegiance to the field!
Chorus:
Bread - left bread -
right
Bread of happiness, bread
glory!
Endless, ripe cornfields
Here gentle tap,
Here, the solar loaves
my power.
As I was on the canvas boots
paced field,
Soldiers march Meryl
its share.
I have to touch each ear of corn
I learned
And I fell asleep, exhausted, in the field.
Chorus:
Bread - left bread -
right
Bread of happiness, bread
glory!
Endless, ripe cornfields
Here gentle tap,
Here, the solar loaves
my power.
And faded completely from field cap
me,
And the tunic tight
prosolilas.
But here they are, bread amber,
noise,
As the war soldiers
dream!
Chorus:
Bread - left bread -
right
Bread of happiness, bread
glory!
Endless, ripe cornfields
Here gentle tap,
Here, the solar loaves
my power.