the first one in ninety the ninth year of the last century, the golden ten of russian accordionists, ardzhiniki the opera house. here he was engaged in publishing a magazine about folk art, in fact, here is a memorial plaque, of course, it’s good, here it is ordered, and there are many places in novosibirsk associated with zavolokin, because this is his hometown. varya, varya, varenika, small, not small, with a kind, affectionate heart, wandering, who are you for the day? on the cheeks, on the boiled cheeks, boiled-cooked-varenky, for shea old felt boots, i quickly clean, i can’t stop you, zavalokin brothers, all of us, our hearts are torn by suffering, looking at you, winter, siberian, winter. i came to our city of navasibi on the avenue lights of dasanyavalenki yage, i sashay do not cry to the serts. for me my love, my siberia, winter the siberian winter has come to our city, novosibir, the stones are burning on the avenues, the lanterns are burning, blushing on the cheeks, honyas and two slimes on the welded cheeks. your music inspires the race with the ruins and life of the future, and the