Андрей Дементьев - Хор старушек - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I broke traditions to the joy of castanets,

The choir of old women performs, the conductor of the choir is grandfather.

The choir, like a choir, has its own song program to ask for the zenith.

And my mother, but my mother doesn’t tell me to kiss.

Further louder, further louder, the choir weighed,

at least these grandmothers have been singing together for over a thousand years. Oh, my Rus', Russia, why are you young,

if the mischievous grandmothers forgot about the years.

Markovna came out into the circle and stamped her foot,

Her grandson shouts to her from the hall, Toboni stomped on another and another, the floor rings like copper. Today I will sing good ditties, my little one is like a calf, only looking from afar. Oh, and it’s hard for a young woman to be in love with an old man, for a young woman to be less than a hundred and not interested in anyone. They played Polka in the yard, there was a wedding in the house, there was a feast, they shouted bitterly to the groom, the groom had been deaf for a hundred years. My old man climbed into the rocket. without asking anyone, they apparently dropped him off somewhere weightless. The song grew again, the dance burst into open space, to also meet old age, I’ll sign up for the grandmothers’ choir.