Play the accordion


Girls once again worried
Again radiant sunset ...
And with a song on the street
Passes accordion.

Ring three-row accordion -
And the wind slap in the face -
And a young well-dressed
It comes out on the porch.

Chorus:
Play, my accordion marching!
Tell everyone bonded,
What we love free
Russian land!

There are all outside the village,
Where to dance in a circle,
And accordion settled down,
Suddenly, he remembered, will sing

About how he is in Bulgaria
Homeland defended,
About how his eyes are brown
Separated recalled.

Chorus.

Then go, say goodbye
Friendly, warm,
And the moon is smiling
Defiantly outside the village.

And gentle voices heard
Every porch,
And in the field of rye wavers
And happy heart ...

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