Текст песни Хор имени Пятницкого - Ой, гармонь моя, гармоха

Sang my garmoha,
I have not sang,
I welled up with carts
The mouth does not open.
I welled up with carts
The mouth does not open.
Oh, accordion, my, garmoha
All you Fioletov!
My girls do not like
Only because of this.
I will break his garmohu
On the oak logs.
You passed, did not look back,
And now I do not care.
You passed, did not look back,
And now I do not care.
Oh, accordion, my, garmoha,
You scatter yearning Maleh,
Smash my longing
On the way, at the line.
Oh, accordion, my, garmoha
Pour on (...)
The best Russian accordion
In the whole world there is simply no!
Oh, accordion, my, garmoha,
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