Текст песни Сергей Любавин - Свадьба кружится

Red maple, head drunk already waved it off before the deadline
And tenderly kissed lips of warm autumn
Oh, what an autumn the heart asks for a song
It's time to give up everything and call the gypsies

Weddings are going to the district again
And on the fences roosters are yearning
Oh what weddings did the people go on a spree
And I would be glad not to drink but she goes

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And the wedding, ah the wedding is spinning, drove everyone crazy
Saddle up the horse, I still have time
So that the girl and across the saddle and into the wide steppe
The wedding is spinning everyone crazy
Saddle up the horse, I would still be in time
So that the girl and across the saddle and into the wide steppe

Here the light in the lamps glows here everything is kept on broads
Here for a hundred versts one hut shines
Here for centuries they cry bitterly and are silent
And for luck they cry bitterly to the young

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