necessary, a powerful duet, father and son, there will be , i will walk across the wide clear field of vasanogiged daisies. with fragrant adandelions, i’ll braid my little wine, barefoot, to my basso childhood, i run, and i pick daisies on the fly, my pathetic childhood, my carelessness, i remember it, but i can’t come back anymore, morning looks out my window, the wind blows cold, how i miss you, my beloved parental home, my mother pours tea, fragrant with milk, how can i miss you enough, my beloved parental home, that’s my childhood for a lot. we have boys, i seem to be running like a game to decide, restoring my childhood, without caring, i remember it, but i can’t go back , mace head, there will be a mace, bula, of course, a friendly family, we want to convey a huge greeting to our accordion player pavel, who he is currently serving in the donbass, pasha , we are waiting for you, without an accordion for now, but we sing this song with our souls together with you, we will remember the past, brother, oh, how in the sun without water, ah , we stood for three hundred square meters, waiting for