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Sings accordion for Vologda
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Sings accordion for Vologda on the cut grass.
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The song goes through a meadow footpath meadow.
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Tropinochke a narrow two of us do not go away -
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To his own music tractor treads.
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It is easy steps - a fine day is good!
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His eyes landlady inspect rye.
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She roars, beautiful, jingle-singing oats.
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And the guy smiling in wheat mustache.
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Chorus:
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Golf Course, golden wave ...
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Maturing wheat,
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Rye ears
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The song can be heard in the distance ...
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According to ancient custom, he had raised those mustaches
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For the species, in order to distinguish and simple beauty
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Not that that style - say, as a rural musician.
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As a demobilized and Guard sergeant!
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He was respected by all, the earth gave a nod.
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"With a good harvest you!" - he congratulated himself.
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Again sang Ptah accordion wailing.
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Girls just gasped and schurili eyes.
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Chorus.
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Sings accordion for Vologda on the cut grass.
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The song goes through a meadow footpath meadow.
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She flies, fun, like a bird in the sky
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Above the cities villages freestyle side! 1950 |