I'll walk to the field with a horse Through the dark of night we'll silently walk The horse and I'll walk across the field The horse and I'll walk across the field
The starry night is blissful at the field Not a soul is seen Just the horse and I are walking through the field Just the horse and I are walking through the field
I'll get on my horse - Carry me across this field Through this endless field of mine Through this endless field of mine
I would like to see just for once Where field gives birth to the dawn Oh, a cowberry light; oh, a scarlet dawn Whether or not this place exists.
Oh, my dear field and the springs Lights of distant villages are seen Oh the golden rye and the curly flax I 'm in love with you, my Russia, in love.
This will be a good, fruitful year Happiness and sorrow will pass Sing the golden rye; sing the curly flax Sing about my love for Russia.
Sing the golden rye; sing the curly flax... My horse and I are walking through the field...
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