makarov from omsk with a song in his family places.rson, who is love, an obstacle, who saw you, where to look for you, again i am in different places, in native places, where love is empty without you. love is empty, where without you, love is empty, where the stars are in the west, where the zap arrives and again takes for sores, takes for sores, as they said, he sings when he hasn’t had too much to drink, oh, he has had too much to drink, he sings when he hasn’t had too much to drink, to a sad la, across the collective farm fields across... the fields and arable lands bears your name, the wind blows, i arrived late, i came in vain, you fight with others, but not with me, the screaming quail is also looking for a mate, it’s not fate, i guess i’ll find mine, i’m in ruffled mitts on an old woolen cap for love without a son for a month , i’m in my native places again, in my native places and without you, love is empty, love is empty, where without you , love is empty, where the smell of stars is, it takes you to the heart again, takes yo