o raida-raina o raida o raida o raida-raina o raina raida o raida. in the vast expanses of the high mountains above the caucasian clouds one can hear the songs of our happy brave shepherds about raina oh raina-raina in raina-raida oh raida oh raida oh raida raida oh rayda raina. well, let's get acquainted, ruden, i know that you come from a musical family, your mother plays the harmonica, this nastinsky one, and your father the doula plays me, the drum. and you learned it yourself, i learned it myself, yes, the harmonica, the drum, i learned it myself, this is the ossetian harmonica, the etoin harmonica, thank you, and most importantly, they told me that your grandmother also played the harmonica, grandmother yes, she also played all her life on the harmonica, in the mountains they gathered, she always played it, let's have the front word in the flight vasilno, she recorded a video, hello, attention, hello everyone, neighbors, thank you, you invited me to my... your show, i always played the harmonica, now i'll play it for you, hello andrey, thank you very much, thank you very much,