Леонид Харитонов - Если б гармошка умела
текст песни

Is it not for you in the gardens of our cherries
They started to ripen early like that,
Early funny stars came out
To look at you.

If the accordion could know
Speak without melting everything
A brown girl in a white blouse,
Where are you, my chamomile.

Birds meet you with songs everywhere,
Waiting for a breeze by the window
At night it illuminates you
Going towards the moon.

If the accordion could know
Speak without melting everything
A brown girl in a white blouse,
Where are you, my chamomile.

Me, dear, hearty torment
They don't give sleep until morning,
After all, about you all harmonies in the district
The best songs sing.

If the accordion could know
Speak without melting everything
A brown girl in a white blouse,
Where are you, my chamomile,
Where are you, respond, my girlfriend.