rostolnaya, slovka, feast, how good you are, our russian song, oh, russian, soul.life with her, we endlessly love to listen to the song, home. at work and on the road, our souls heal our hearts, a pack of three will rush with you, a daisy will shine on the onion, and the frosty dimushka will bring summer warmth to us in winter, this is a song, our russian bone, and free and tender in the sky. and sad, this is like a word of peace, ringing, drinking, how good you are, our russian song, this is the russian soul. it will float away like a river day after day, our children will grow up to be grandchildren, we will not go back and will not return, but there will be no separation from the song. on a moonlit night, along a long road, it will take us somewhere again, and it will not meter the weeds, in the heart it will again roll like a hammer, a song, our russian, kindred, and in the sky, free, tender and sad, the proverbial net ringing. andryusha, what a wonderful day we have gathered today, it’s so great, all the girls are so beautiful, young, yur, you are the best, an