Валерий Гаврилин - Военные письма. Рябины. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

All rowabins, all rowabins, ah, rowan, those rowanons ... hotels, charged along the roads. Accounting, parting, treaded, treaded, I was my scarf, you're all on a thread, and on a thread, ah, on a thread, everything is on a thread, fell, fell on the road scarlet silk, and droked, and droked, ah, Founded, the whole looked when he went to Ryabina bitter ... in those rowan ...