yielding march

We will achieve the crop -
Through the threefold,
land,
the birth!
Regret,
Dear
comrade, harvest!
So that for nothing we do not sweat
one at a time,
two -
collective farms,
artels
Unit, bratva.
Our land is good,
Earth is not bad,
Yes, it is necessary
Under her rye
plow in advance.
Than to live, Clicking his teeth
In the hungry years,
With a curse
With a three -regiment
We will end forever.
We are the pest
clean
Ready Karachun.
Let's swim from the fields
culance,
weed
And the locust.
Warehousing.
From all
We are waiting for an answer,—
To tractors
not rust́says
wasted in the rain.
fields
Science will pass
Under the wind-to-beam ...
give us
For friendship hand,
Comrade Agron!
Land
Doesn't want anymore
tolerate
Bad care,—
Get ready,
Komsomol,
on the advance hike.
Finish
With a village of Grinka,
Get up,
which ser!
Ahead
With America
go, the USSR!