Lyrics Кубанский казачий хор - Когда баян не говорит

The bright memory of a talented Russian composer
Grigory Ponomarenko

Words by S. Khokhlov

The moonlit glades were silent,
Maple trees tall, -
Ponomarenko on the accordion
Sings of a sweet side.

From the heart of the sounds takes out
Drunken touches frets.
And he does not understand at all
How close the heart is from trouble.

Oh blueoka, blueoka,
What can a song do?
And so heart is lonely,
When the button accordion does not speak.

Flew the call of the stars in the fog
And crying in heart, and sinning ...
Over the steppe light of the Kuban
Light soul burned ...

Oh blueoka, blueoka,
What can a song do?
And so heart is lonely,
When the button accordion does not speak ...