On a sunny meadow alone ,
Having arched his black eyebrow,
A fellow on the soft accordion
Plays musingly about true love.
About how hot clear nights
He spent with his girlfriend,
What beautiful shawls, wraps
He gave her in a moment
Play, play, tell, my
Accordion, yourself
About how the black-eyed
Drove me crazy, deft
When the young boy left
For a terrible bloody battle
On a dark, starry night,
He offered her his heart capital .
In response, the proud girl fair
Joked, apparently, with him:
- When you return with an order,
Then we will talk. I promise
A fighter amidst the smoke and gunpowder
Was friends with the accordion,
And in a fierce battle with the enemy murderer
He earned a medal honour one .
A flying letter has arrived
Into the snowy distance,
That she awaits... That in the worst case
She agree at least to a medal.
Play, play, tell, my
Accordion, yourself
About how the black-eyed
Drove me crazy, deft ...