From water fog, from grass dope
Again, before dawn, the accordion is poured
May the fun of the hour not leave us
Indeed, in this world we only live once.
Chorus:
Oh, give, yes, yes, sorrow does not matter
Let the days of the past cry in the quinoa field
Oh, give, yes, yes, proud is not a problem
We will not be sad, oh, we will never.
Cherry on the mountain, wedding on the yard
Happiness walks next to us, yard, on the ground
He who does not pour tears will live longer
In a glade of sweet berries will collect more.
Chorus.
From water fog, from grass dope
Again, before dawn, the accordion is poured
May the fun of the hour not leave us
Indeed, in this world we only live once.
Chorus.