Текст песни Олег Анофриев - Какая ж песня без баяна

You fly on the Volga, the Urals,
Crane Song mine!
Had he lived a hundred years,
Fly over the whole world,
But back to the edge of birthmarks.

What sort of song without the accordion?
What sort of Dawn without dew?
What Mary without Ivan?
What Volga without Russia?

Songs come back as a bird,
Whatever it may have been difficult flight.
Again birch leaves
I whisper the words,
Once again, the heart sings softly.

What sort of song without the accordion?
What sort of Dawn without dew?
What a tale without cheating?
What grief without tears?

If life has been like a song,
So, the song composed about life.
About dear edge
So, accordion, play,
That lived and sung from the heart.

What sort of song without the accordion?
What sort of Dawn without dew?
What Mary without Ivan?
What Volga without Russia?