Вячеслав Малежик - Занино
текст песни

I'm sick with you, I'm leaving.
Quietly and brightly I forget,
I finish drinking the tart wine,
You're no longer an authority to me,
I finish drinking the tart wine,
You're no longer an authority to me.

And in the village of Zanino
The doors are wide open.
My mother's hands smell
of bread and daisies.
There Timoshkin's accordion
Repents before the past,
And my past
Is only just beginning.

I know that there will be no pursuit,
I'm settling into a cramped carriage,
And my soul on the platform
Something is screaming at me from the wilderness,
And my soul on the platform
Something is screaming at me from the wilderness.

And in the village of Zanino
The doors are wide open.
Mom's hands smell
of bread and daisies,
Mom's hands smell
of bread and daisies.
There Timoshkin's accordion
Repents before the past,
But my past
Is only just beginning,
And my past
Is only just beginning.