Music
Music
From the fog and the field The wind was born in the field
The wind was young
His spring enchanted His autumn called to the mountains
And he loved the winter with a sincere heart
The wind fell in love with the winter Loved day and night
And sang the songs dedicated to him
And the portrait of the inspired winter As an unnamed artist
He painted every day on every window
Oh, you are a russian bride This is his sad gold
You came to me yesterday in the spring
Married is my Lada Married goes to the garden
At midnight and on a white horse
Music
It was snowy at the wedding And the past nights are white
A butterfly was born in the garden
And the father already hears the wind As the moon sings to the daughter
And gives her a hoop of gold
Oh, you are a russian bride This is his sad gold
You came to me yesterday in the spring
Married is my Lada Married goes to the garden
At midnight and on a white horse
Music
Oh, you are a russian bride This is his sad gold
You came to me yesterday in the spring
Married is my Lada Married goes to the garden
At midnight and on a white horse
Oh, you are a russian bride This is his sad gold
You came to me yesterday in the spring
Married is my Lada Married goes to the garden
At midnight and on a white horse
My Lada
My Lada
My Lada