Lyrics Валентина Толкунова - Деревня

In a house where you have not been for a long time,
It smells like milk and bread
A fontanel under the blue sky
The distance is transparent and clean ...
So stubbornly and melodiously
The Russian village is dreaming
What an epic princess
In a gray canvas dress.
 
 
There is a cat on the window,
There is a chicken in a basket
Familiar track
Green palisade.
There the bathhouse is full of stones,
And next to the young mother
Old women on the mound
Solemnly sitting.
 
 
Here she is behind the spinning wheel
Sorrow sings about grief
With a candle and with a splinter
Twisted thread without a knot.
It’s easy and fast
Rocking a little rocker
And her eyes are radiant
Glow from under a scarf.
 
 
There is a cat on the window,
There is a chicken in a basket
Familiar track
Green palisade.
There the bathhouse is full of stones,
And next to the young mother
Old women on the mound
Solemnly sitting.
 
 
But spin us, believe me
In the daily whirlwind,
From birth to death
Destined by fate.
Ah, how you want, how you should
Go back to us
To the house where mother used to live,
In a world with peace and with oneself.
 
 
There is a cat on the window,
There is a chicken in a basket
Familiar track
Green palisade.
There the bathhouse is full of stones,
And next to the young mother
Old women on the mound
Solemnly sitting.
 
 
There is a cat on the window,
There is a chicken in a basket
Familiar track
Green palisade.
There the bathhouse is full of stones,
And next to the young mother
Old women on the mound
Solemnly sitting.
There the bathhouse is full of stones,
And next to the young mother
Old women on the mound
Solemnly sitting.