Текст песни Сёстры Фёдоровы - Стоит на холме одинокий вагон

It stands on a hill lone car.
Fog drifts through the lowlands .
And quietly playing my own accordion ,
And the morning rises over the steppe .

Work on the tractor is hot,
I can not see how the day will fly .
Sometimes in the evening fatigue in the shoulders ,
A youth on the deed calls .

The azure sky - spring chimes .
In the bushes nightingale sings .
And quietly playing my own accordion ,
And the morning rises over the steppe .