Текст песни Машеньке - Родная песня минус

Native song

How do I go out and walk in the crispy snow
I look around the sunny expanse
Yes, I’ll take a Russian song with me on the road,
To warm the soul like a fire!

Chorus:
Native song! Her when the time comes
It is crowded in the accordion, but just in the wild just right!
Either dope in it, or witchcraft
It entwined in one sadness and mischief!
And he sings, and dances, and weeps, breathing a little,
Reckless, our Russian soul!

They say to me: “You would sing something fashionable!”
But the soul wants to sing it alone
The one that in minutes is hopeless
Great-great-grandmothers sang in the old days!

Chorus.

And Ruslanova was once small,
“Stop singing,” they repeated to her, “about antiquity!”
But it fit her old boots,
Oh, to find where they are the same to me!

Chorus.