Текст песни Лиза Умарова - слепой гармонист

Accordion (blind accordion)
In the morning at the market in Grozny, his music sounds
With a very sad eyes out there playing the accordion,
Forget about the misfortunes of those who listen to the accordion,
Under his chords people remember about the past.

Chorus:
And over the city of Grozny, his music sounds
All to the delight of passers-by, breaking the bullets whistling.
Smiling people Burnt war
And do not be discouraged inspired game.

Sounds like a wonderful music fall from heaven,
And touch gently to wounded hearts.
transferred to a memory of the past, the beautiful
And I do not ever want to go back there.

Chorus.

One morning I came to listen to the music market
And at the same place on the accordion is not found.
And lay squeeze all shot through the fur,
The accordion is not, whether you're a damned war.

Chorus:
But over the city of Grozny, his music flies
All to the delight of passers-by, in spite of all deaths flies.
And so sorry for us no accordion in this hour
His music is eternal in the hearts of all of us.