Текст песни Игорь Растеряев - Гармонь

"HARMONIC"
Well you to me, my accordion
Did you stir up your soul?
Why are you tearing like a horse
Bite the bit?

Seen without a pointer to sing
It’s more interesting for you.
Seen destined to fly
Only my song.

Where the lights are in the darkness
Hayfields, rainbows,
Where the hands are on the steering wheel
On the besieged Ladoga.

Forest and steppe, Arctic Circle -
Everything is brewed in you:
Strict West, Tricky South,
Yes, "East" Gagarin.

Where with Ivan the Fool
You walk great
You cook porridge with an ax,
Having chopped heads.

Walking, banging your forehead
Looking for the truth in the field
Between a broken sickle
And the churches are cleansed.

Yermak's bass howl
Fist with quails
And your furs are running
Pine trees and Christmas trees.

Tear, harmony, and up and in breadth,
Bryakay busts,
Fight to break the soul
Stun open spaces!

Where, among the native fields,
I got up with a timid request:
Let me be yours alone
With a little button ...