Текст песни Георг Отс - Одинокая гармонь 1947 г.

Everything was still before dawn,
The door does not creak, the fire does not flash,
Just heard on the street somewhere
Lonely wanders the accordion ...

That will go to the fields, the gate
Then back again,
Like looking in the dark for someone
And he can not find ...

The night coolness is blowing from the field,
With apple trees, the color is thick ...
You admit, whoever you need,
You tell the accordionist young ...

Maybe your joy is not far
Do not know if you are waiting for her;
Why are you wandering all night lonely,
Why do not you let the girls sleep ...