Текст песни Валентина Толкунова - Деревня

In a house where you haven't been for a long time
It smells like milk and bread
A fontanelle under the blue sky
The distance is transparent and clean ...
So stubborn and humorous
The Russian village is dreaming
What an epic princess
In a gray canvas dress.


There's a cat in the window
There's a chicken in a basket,
A familiar track
Green palisade.
There the bathhouse glows with a stove,
And next to the young mama
Old women on the block
They sit solemnly.


Here she is decorously at the spinning wheel
Sings about sorrow,
With a candle and a torch
The thread is twisted without a knot.
Here it goes easily and quickly,
Slightly shaking the yoke
And her eyes are radiant
Glow from under the scarf.


There's a cat in the window
There's a chicken in a basket,
A familiar track
Green palisade.
There the bathhouse glows with a stove,
And next to the young mama
Old women on the block
They sit solemnly.


But we are spinning, believe me,
In the daily whirlwind
From birth to death
Destined by fate.
Oh, how you want, how you should
Come back to us
To the house where my mother once lived,
At peace with the world and with yourself.


There's a cat in the window
There's a chicken in a basket,
A familiar track
Green palisade.
There the bathhouse glows with a stove,
And next to the young mama
Old women on the block
They sit solemnly.


There's a cat in the window
There's a chicken in a basket,
A familiar track
Green palisade.
There the bathhouse glows with a stove,
And next to the young mama
Old women on the block
They sit solemnly.
There the bathhouse glows with a stove,
And next to the young mama
Old women on the block
They sit solemnly.