No matter how long did I cry,
The grief is still the same,
I started singing song -
So I started forgetting the grief.
I walk, women judge me
And they count my years
I'm not a rose, I'm not a guelder rose -
I will never fade
Accordionist, oh accordionist,
You have curly hair
Whichever cap you wear
It is either too big, or too small...
Accordionist, oh accordionist
He eats onion very well,
But when he walks down the street,
He shouts: "Where's onion?"
Hey, there's a dried oak on the hill (x2)
And a nut-tree is in the valley.
Under the sounds of your harmonica
I can't sing well enough
Either you are playing wrong,
Or I am singing wrong.
I danced and danced,
Then I saw I'm lost
The harmonist is a handsome guy,
l fell in him.
Hey, there's a dried oak on the hill (x2)
- DakhaBrakha
I used to start singing,
Substituting a nightingale
And now, my friend Nina,
C'mon substitute me.
I've lost my voice,
I became husky
Betrayal, then love,
It has tortured me.
Hey, there's a dried oak on the hill (x2)
And a nut-tree is in the valley.