now, friends, near this fire valentina akentyeva will begin to sing a joke about the red yar, and thenwill fall, i ask for music, red! the village is large and stands on the shore, i won’t run away from this siren. yes, i remember a lot, and how it sounded an accordion in his hands, and what holidays were celebrated, not at all embarrassed by the unusually curious eye of the television camera, and what songs flew, and in fact it chilled right to the liver, slightly sipats. thank you gennady dmitrievich for our harmonica, for the strong beginning made in the distant eighty-sixth year of the last century, for the most difficult work, for the wonderful songs, for loyalty to the homeland, a deep bow, with wishes of joy. aching, bright sadness, spiritual breadth and spiritual wisdom, sounds the song of gennady zavolokin, live, good people. live, good people, live, honest people, strive, youth, brave, rush forward, the earth weaves for you, the lights of heaven for you, the spring cuts for you. on the iago pendant , live, be happy, evil dreams will pass, fickle, crazy years will pass, all th