2022.01.24.
Collective Farm Toast to Stalin's Health
All our collective farms, the whole joyful landAll of us sing a song to Stalin's health.
The Father of the People, we call you with respect
On your bright and glorious celebration
We've defended native fields by green outpost
According to your plans
Our Soviet land is proud of
its golden, fruitful glory
Eveyone is happy on your birthday party
Having gathered a large harvest for the Fatherland,
And we ask you, our dear and beloved,
Come to our collective farm for a joyful celebration
We've honestly fulfilled our commandment
Bread was given to the Motherland in abundance and on time.
To Stalin are the first clinking bowls
For Stalin is the first ruddy pie
Groves and waters make noise with your glory,
Your native land blooms with your glory.
For eternal happiness, for the longest time
Let Stalin our sunshine shine from the Kremlin to us!