babadzhanyan 's wedding sounded throughout the entire festivities in the restaurant.s dozens of times and then not two decades. yes, like folk sand, it can eventually a little bit, for example, calm down in a year. it starts again years - this is a general disorder of the financial economy of the country's economy. construction in progress and at the same time one of the inexplicable phenomena of soviet life was being formed. the stronger the weekdays, the brighter the holidays, the scarcer on the shelves, the richer on the wedding table, the more boring the party congresses. that’s why you want to dance at your wedding, it’s always very difficult to squeeze it into some kind of gray framework . if he suffers, then by 100%, but if he walks, then also by 100, and this song she was incredibly important, because she, this one, she gave a way out. this insane revelry of the russian character. she was just talking about what was so lacking , and at every wedding at every wedding this song is played wedding and it is no longer sung by muslim magomayev , but it is sung by pe

listeners, songs that have become hits for all time words by yevgeny yevtushenko music by arno babadzhanyana gromovich sings your tracks. your traces of a snowdrift as from the environment , two crumbs slightly froze the lake and the stars tremble , they glow, like coals i will take in my palm, even if only the throne from the lord is snow. he 's having fun. he crumbles it in his hand inside. you are traces through the melting of your own traces of your own traces inside your traces, lay down the trampling, but turn but turn the tracks back. do you hear, alien traces, the lord is tearing up and own tears under the sun vintage footprints love here floats the star of the ages forever someone of the last summer flowers and considers us always. but turn on turn the traces back. needs traces through stand their own footprints of their own saints alien among, perfecting by their own tears and god is good, where hearts are opened to us on sunday afternoon. look , please, everything sings in the other, so that you eat, then you don’t stretch out the bucket, and your eyes looked well into the heart