ГЕМА...Сектор Газа - Ой, ты, травушка зеленая
текст песни

Oh, you are the Bryansky Lockers, you are green forests,
Our new seven-year we will show miracles,
I will go and love to collective farm fields,
Tell me my song from the collective farm to the Kremlin.

I'm in the collective farm combat, battle-bold,
Deftly I can dance and in the first,
I love cute for affection, for a fun conversation,
For the gait and for the eyes, and for the fact that the combineer.

Oh-oh, oh you, herbral herbal!
Oh-oh, oh you, my chest is swearing!
Oh-oh, oh you, herbral herbal!
Oh-oh, oh you, my chest is swearing!

- I asked - cute what, hired on the shoulder?
- And I, honey, nothing, I fell in love with hot!
- I am a shock in the collective farm, you are not watcha for me!
I will not go for the lazy, you have three workload,
On green on the grass will come out
By the pig farm, I am proud of this,
And you walk on the backyards, walk, Lododr, in the yards,
Come to your window, radish the parenchy will not give!

Oh-oh, oh you, herbral herbal!
Oh-oh, oh you, my chest is swearing!
Oh-oh, oh you, herbral herbal!
Oh-oh, oh you, my chest is swearing!

As on our village council, the red flag is angry,
As on us, on the youth, the party hopes
We will catch America, there is nothing to doubt
If the party said the case is provided!

We will build communism with new brigades,
And the success in labor will delight,
We are Voronezh songs in Voronezh,
Who are the guys of our love, all the same we will leave!

Oh-oh, oh you, herbral herbal!
Oh-oh, oh you, my chest is swearing!
Oh-oh, oh you, herbral herbal!
Oh-oh, oh you, my chest is swearing!