Сергей Губанов - Праздники
текст песни

The crows have flown to know it will soon be cold
Snow will fall unexpectedly on the trees
And a blizzard stirs across the earth
A girl near the mill clings to a Cossack
And a blizzard stirs across the earth
A girl near the mill clings to a Cossack
Where does the path of your life lead to the accordion?
The whole steppe is white and free from the Volga to the Don
Along the river are fluffy silver pine trees
Not fancy in appearance, warm inside
The huts are all whitewashed, rugs are laid out
Borovka butchered for Christmas
The huts are all whitewashed, rugs are laid out
Borovka butchered for Christmas
Where does the path of your life lead to the accordion?
The whole steppe is white and free from the Volga to the Don
Christmas time is coming children and Carols
Women tell their fortunes
The Cossacks will go for a walk and play cards
And behind that, on the horses, oh, hold on to the Cossacks
The Cossacks will go for a walk and play cards
And behind that, on the horses, oh, hold on, Donetsk people
Where does the path of your life lead to the accordion?
The whole steppe is white and free from the Volga to the Don
In the middle of the village where people crowd
Daredevils will come out wall to wall
The old men judged the lines and drew them
The fight and the first blood were observed by experts
The old men judged the lines and drew them
The fight and the first blood were observed by experts
Where does the path of your life lead to the accordion?
The whole steppe is white and free from the Volga to the Don
The service was defended and the holes crackled
Sinners washed away their last sin
The mighty frost warmed and the prickly sheepskin coat
The Cossacks played their songs with God
The mighty frost warmed and the prickly sheepskin coat
The Cossacks played their songs with God
Where does the path of your life lead to the accordion?
The whole steppe is white and free from the Volga to the Don