Валентина Толкунова - Деревня
текст песни

In a house where you haven't been for a long time,
Smells of milk and bread,
A fontanel under the blue sky,
Dahl is transparent and clean ...
So stubbornly and melting
The Russian village is dreaming,
That the epic princess
In the dress of a gray canvas.


There is a cat on the window
There is a chicken in a basket,
Familiar path
Green palisad.
There, the bathhouse is pinched with a heap,
And next to the young mother
Old women on the rubble
They are solemnly sitting.


Here she is for a spinning wheel
About sadness sings Kruchin,
With a candle and with the beam
A thread without a knot curls.
It goes easy and fast,
Slightly swinging a rocker
And her eyes are radiant
Glums from under the scarf.


There is a cat on the window
There is a chicken in a basket,
Familiar path
Green palisad.
There, the bathhouse is pinched with a heap,
And next to the young mother
Old women on the rubble
They are solemnly sitting.


But we believe me, believe me
In a daily whirlwind,
From birth to death
Intended by fate.
Ah, how I want, as it should
To turn back to us
In the house where the mother once lived,
In the world with the world and with yourself.


There is a cat on the window
There is a chicken in a basket,
Familiar path
Green palisad.
There, the bathhouse is pinched with a heap,
And next to the young mother
Old women on the rubble
They are solemnly sitting.


There is a cat on the window
There is a chicken in a basket,
Familiar path
Green palisad.
There, the bathhouse is pinched with a heap,
And next to the young mother
Old women on the rubble
They are solemnly sitting.
There, the bathhouse is pinched with a heap,
And next to the young mother
Old women on the rubble
They are solemnly sitting.