The song of the old tractor
4 December 2011
A funny song for the New Year concert, in the style of the old tractor-station songs:
Oh my Belarus, my iron brother,
you ploughed this field for thirty years.
You coughed, you stopped, you started again,
you were like our mother-in-law.
But you are rust now at the end of the field,
and we all come to say goodbye.
you ploughed this field for thirty years.
You coughed, you stopped, you started again,
you were like our mother-in-law.
But you are rust now at the end of the field,
and we all come to say goodbye.
The audience in Kyzyl-Adyr knew the tractor. Everyone had a story. The mother-in-law verse was cut by the district office. I sing it only at home.
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