Группа Белый День - Без хозяина изба
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Somewhere across the river an accordion was crying
Cried and cursed the bitter fate
And the song flew right under the window
To the house above the river, there, on the shore
And the song flew right under the window
To the house above the river, there, on the shore
Eh, well, you know, fate, fate
Eh, well, yes, without an owner, the hut
How the cities of the plain loved him
Glorious and stern father-Altai
Somewhere near the bathhouse rowan trees were crying
As if seeing off a friend to a distant land
Somewhere near the bathhouse rowan trees were crying
As if seeing off a friend to a distant land
Eh, well, you know, fate, fate
Eh, well, yes, without an owner, the hut
And the accordion played, often overflowing
It rings loudly, but with anguish, and barely breathes
He remained proud, strong and handsome
Like his great Russian soul
He remained proud, strong and handsome
Like his great Russian soul
Eh, well, you know, fate, fate
Eh, well, yes, without an owner, the hut
Eh, well, yes, without an owner, the hut