(авторы оригинала - М.Исаковский, Б.Мокроусов)
Village night is so silent and broad,
There's no light, no moving till dawn,
Only hear outside on the road
An accordion's walking alone.
From the near house down to the further
It is going again and again,
Seems like looking for somebody other,
Some sincere and only one friend.
Fields are breathing, a warm wind is blowing,
Apple blossoms are covering ground,
Young musician, whom are you calling?
Who's the lucky that cannot be found?
There's a chance that your darling is near,
Doesn't know that your feeling's so deep.
Why're you roaming, roaming here,
Keeping us girls from falling asleep?