posad, and here there is a festival, what’s the name, guess what the name of the festival is, what’susic college, anna yurusova and artyom nikulin, singing a song by evgeniy derbenko, about harmonicas, very suitable for our situation, applause! oh, the accordions of russia, they have something special, unprecedented strength, unknown power, not the mystery has been solved, the inescapable foundations, from the sounds of the spring and the open bellows, the mystery has not been solved. inescapable dreams, from spilling sounds to dug-up sounds, there is joy in it, good luck, changing sadness, my poor russia will cry under the accordion, these buttons will smell the polka dots with beauty, accordions fly over russia, birds fly in threes. three accordions are flying over russia, bravo! oh, my young little girl, oh, sheodka, my handywoman, i am a chuvel, my chuvel, a new chuvel, a miracle, the first miracle, a miracle, my homeland , you are a bush, a podrakita, and under bush chubil we chubel chubel new induced evening miracle first miracle miracle my homeland. how did they pass, two youn