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Попутная песня» . Полюшко, поле,



«Попутная песня»    


Дым столбом - кипит, дымится пароход...                                                                                                                          Пестрота, разгул, волненье,                                                                                                                                                 Ожиданье, нетерпенье...                                                                                                                                                     Веселится и ликует весь народ!                                                                                                                                                               И быстрее, шибче воли                                                                                                                                                                           Поезд мчится в чисто поле.

Нет, тайная дума быстрее летит,                                                                                                                                                        И сердце, мгновенья считая, стучит.                                                                                                                                           Коварные думы мелькают дорогой,                                                                                                                                                              И шепчешь невольно: "О Боже, как долго!"

Дым столбом - кипит, дымится пароход...                                                                                                                          Пестрота, разгул, волненье,                                                                                                                                                 Ожиданье, нетерпенье...                                                                                                                                                     Веселится и ликует весь народ!                                                                                                                                                               И быстрее, шибче воли                                                                                                                                                                               Поезд мчится в чисто поле.

Не воздух, не зелень страдальца манят, -                                                                                                                                   Там ясные очи так ярко горят,                                                                                                                                                                Так полны блаженства минуты свиданья,                                                                                                                                            Так сладки надеждой часы расставанья.

Дым столбом - кипит, дымится пароход...                                                                                                                          Пестрота, разгул, волненье,                                                                                                                                                 Ожиданье, нетерпенье...                                                                                                                                                    Веселится и ликует весь народ!                                                                                                                                                            И быстрее, шибче воли                                                                                                                                                                          Поезд мчится в чисто поле.


 

Полюшко, поле,


Полюшко, поле,                                                                                                                                            Полюшко, широко поле,                                                                                                                                        Едут по полю герои,                                                                                                                                                       Эх, да Красной Армии герои.

Девушки, гляньте,                                                                                                                                               Гляньте на дорогу нашу,                                                                                                                                     Вьется дальняя дорога,                                                                                                                                           Эх, да развесёлая дорога.

Девушки, гляньте,                                                                                                                                                  Мы врага принять готовы,                                                                                                                                  Наши кони быстроноги,                                                                                                                                               Эх, да наши танки быстроходны.

 

 

Пусть же в колхозе                                                                                                                                       Дружная кипит работа,                                                                                                                                          Мы - дозорные сегодня,                                                                                                                                              Эх, да мы сегодня часовые.

Девушки, гляньте,                                                                                                                                               Девушки, утрите слезы.                                                                                                                                         Пусть сильнее грянет песня,                                                                                                                                           Эх, да наша песня боевая!

Полюшко, поле,                                                                                                                                             Полюшко, зелено поле!                                                                                                                                                Едут по полю герои,                                                                                                                                                           Эх, да Красной Армии герои.



  

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