well, she still has hope, and we also have nadezhda nadezhda kadysheva and the golden ring. meet ah ah ah birds they won't find shelter we draw borders to cross the road in the night. only without stopping. heart beats again. wind, fog carries. the most bitter hour. only love will save, we have to think will save. doors open to us excuses. it doesn't make any sense. there are between the lines. everyone has their own truth for each god starry winter and summer and the keys on the table to us the answer that we are looking for in me, the wind, the fog carries. the most bitter hour, only love will save. the first time only love will save, take it open for us. wind fog carries the most bitter tea, only love will save. rather, open windows is watching everyone love will save, hoarse soul love will save us. nadezhda kadysheva you know that alexei is reluctantly ready to admit that today you are very you look very good. yes, thank you slava , but i look very good, not only today, but always, and this is no coincidence. i'm going to live a long life, and therefore lead a healthy li

i was written by her sings nadezhda kadysheva, i am from moldova, so i left in the soviet union, an interesting and difficult fate. uh, with whom you shared uh, with our program. let's see, you certainly can't hold my life. you are flying to no one. this is victor. my son is the most patient listener. you love mom, mom, he will soon be 36 years old. an adult lover, to sing and play thanks to him there is only, probably, and i came to the harmonica. more than that, i did not believe that there is a little some deviations. many have told me. he is a little not such a long-awaited son, well, first love, the first child, did not portend trouble, and then she arrived at the hospital. it so happened that i gave birth alone without staff next to me. he fell headlong into this iron coffee table. doctors, in order to hide it all, wrapped him in a blanket and took him away. well, it didn’t wait for everyone to bring children, but we don’t bring it. i couldn't do anything but cry. in fact, everyone said that her child must have died. this it's hard to remember it's hard. we went to look for him in all hos

i was written by nadezhda kadysheva back in the soviet union , a simple fate that you shared with our

she will sing us a song from the repertoire of nadezhda kadysheva , why is this summer? another summer has said goodbye to brush me off. goodbye klondike color. why is this summer being watched? i was waiting for why i was a mountain ash and in the spring it bloomed, the light fell again and dawn turned out to be a long love . not past love. i paid my tears with rain about foxes and in the sky of ossetia grow. how are you then. this is so. i waited, why did i repin and in the spring and brought the light again showered and dawn turned out to be thin love. it's not easy to open the program, but you have already fallen in love with you all tau-saleevna. thank you. what did you have in your hands? was it a button accordion or an accordion? no? this is the national harmonica. ah, georgians use such harmonicas, and ingush chechens. well, the caucasian harmonica. in a word, how long have you been playing it. i was 7 years old, when my mother bought me an accordion for the first time since then , my mother has not taken an accordion in her hands, but four sisters taught us song