Sings accordion for Vologda


Sings accordion for Vologda on the cut grass.
The song goes through a meadow footpath meadow.
Tropinochke a narrow two of us do not go away -
To his own music tractor treads.

It is easy steps - a fine day is good!
His eyes landlady inspect rye.
She roars, beautiful, jingle-singing oats.
And the guy smiling in wheat mustache.

Chorus:
Golf Course, golden wave ...
Maturing wheat,
Rye ears
The song can be heard in the distance ...

According to ancient custom, he had raised those mustaches
For the species, in order to distinguish and simple beauty
Not that that style - say, as a rural musician.
As a demobilized and Guard sergeant!

He was respected by all, the earth gave a nod.
"With a good harvest you!" - he congratulated himself.
Again sang Ptah accordion wailing.
Girls just gasped and schurili eyes.

Chorus.

Sings accordion for Vologda on the cut grass.
The song goes through a meadow footpath meadow.
She flies, fun, like a bird in the sky
Above the cities villages freestyle side! 1950