the legendary kuban cossack choir, the songs that sound today in our concert are very different, funnymon, these are songs about our homeland, about russia, thanks to these favorite songs from childhood, we know where does the homeland begin, where does the homeland begin, radion gazmanov. where does the homeland begin, with the picture in your primer, with good and... comrades living in in the neighboring yard, or maybe it begins with the song that our mother sang to us, with the fact that in any trials, no one can take away from us, where the homeland begins, the treasured bench at the gate, from that very birch tree that is in the field, under bending with the wind, it grows, or maybe it begins, with the spring bake of a starling, with this country road, of which there is no end in sight, where the homeland begins, with the windows burning in the distance, with my father’s old budenovka, which we found somewhere in the closet, or maybe it begins with... the sound of carriage wheels, from the oath, which in youth, you brought to her in your heart where the homeland begins, thank you,

this, for my birthday, yes, a prize, cossack, who are you in peaceful life, i artist of the kuban cossack choirhe kuban cossack choir, guys, oops! yes, oh, yes, yes, they play the accordion, they sing marusenka, but why should i get married, why do i need a wife, and my neighbor has brown eyes, oh, yes, oh, yes, yes, yes, oh, yes, oh, nada, yes, get tired. kind soul, not a penny in her pocket, but a good girl. play in a pocket in a pocket play foolishly oh give me yes! bravo, bravo, guys, 600 points on barovan, letter, letter m, m, open to the letter m, the fun has begun, 450 points, letter, letter p, open. autumn, what can you do, autumn, after all, the month of november, 850 points, letter, letter a, open, three correctly guessed letters give you the right to two boxes, two boxes, hello to school through, in the other, in the left, what i think, go ahead, well, don’t doubt it, well, you see, 850 points, letter c, open, 700, 150 points , letter, short letter, th short, short letter is not here, i didn’t come up with the idea that even the short one counts as one letter, open. three correctly g

our concert continues with taisiya pavali and the state kuban cossack choir.go together along the periwinkle, i didn’t come to you, i tricked you, i let you down, i tricked you, i let you down, i told you... the young man is crazy she called me, she chalked me up, she told me the same, she told me young , she brought her mind to mind, i told her that she kissed me forty times , and she came, i was silent, she lured me, she let me down, she lured me, she let me down, you made me crazy, i fooled you, i fooled you, and i fooled you young.

i am an artist of the kuban cossack choir. little street the merry people are walking, playing the accordion, singing marusenka, oh, yes, oh, yes, yes, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes, yes, playing the accordion. they sing, why should i get married, why do i need eyes? oh, oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes, yes, my neighbor's eyes fell, yes, yes, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes, yes, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes, yes , and my neighbor has eyes, why did i get married, why did he take it away, but rather take care of himself, marusya, marusya, kind soul, not in my pocket a penny, but the girl is good, war, war, war, war on the first day. i’m playing pocketbook with morusenka, i understand. 600 points on the reel letter letter m. m. open the letter m for us. i say hello to all of krasnodar, my wife, son, grandchildren, my mother, mommy, i love you, i say hello to you. gifts for the studio. spring has begun, 400, open, autumn, what can you do, autumn, after all. november month 850 points letter letter a open three correctly guessed letters give you the right to two

real folk love, at first sight , to the stage, people's artist of russia, oleg gazmanov, the kuban cossack choirthe favorite squadron, the estodron of my thoughts naughty ones, don’t decide... there are no barriers to him, i can’t hold him back, i’m reckless steed, let them fly, let them fly, my thoughts, my steeds, there is no spur to spur you, but greed, you rush at the gaits and do not recognize, bridles, my thoughts, my steeds, like sparks for... here this night, overtakes vesumit, esatron my thoughts are hot, but no one. i can’t be held back, my thoughts will rush me into the distance, maybe i’m a brother, but i won’t come back, what a pity , what a pity, oh, my wandering thoughts, and you, like years , are carried away, from dawn to sunset, from sunset through the night rush away, my thoughts, temptations, as if sparks will light this night, driving away madness, the wind changes, the escotron of my thoughts are crazy, come on! my thoughts, my galloping, like sparks will sparkle this night, driving away the madness of the wind of the drunken houses, the squadron of my thoughts are crazy, m