42 lines
750 B
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42 lines
750 B
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Play the accordion
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Girls once again worried
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Again radiant sunset ...
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And with a song on the street
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Passes accordion.
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Ring three-row accordion -
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And the wind slap in the face -
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And a young well-dressed
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It comes out on the porch.
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Chorus:
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Play, my accordion marching!
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Tell everyone bonded,
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What we love free
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Russian land!
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There are all outside the village,
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Where to dance in a circle,
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And accordion settled down,
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Suddenly, he remembered, will sing
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About how he is in Bulgaria
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Homeland defended,
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About how his eyes are brown
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Separated recalled.
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Chorus.
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Then go, say goodbye
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Friendly, warm,
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And the moon is smiling
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Defiantly outside the village.
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And gentle voices heard
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Every porch,
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And in the field of rye wavers
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And happy heart ...
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Pripev.1948
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