Текст песни Хор имени Пятницкого - Ой, гармонь моя, гармоха

Sing my harmonica
I'm not singing
I spun from the cart
The mouth does not open.
I spun from the cart
The mouth does not open.
Oh, accordion, my, harmonica
All of you are violet!
Girls don't like me
Only because of this.
Break your harmonica
Oh oak log.
You passed, did not look back
Now I don’t care.
You passed, did not look back
Now I don’t care.
Oh, accordion, my, harmonica,
You develop the longing of malech
Blow my longing
On the road, on the fishing line.
Oh, accordion, my, harmonica
Pour over (...)
Better than Russian harmonists
In the whole world there is simply no!
Oh, accordion, my, harmonica,
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