! About you I was whispered by the bushes In the snow-white fields near Moscow I want you to hear How my living voice is longing I want you to hear How my living voice is longing You are now far, far away Between us is snow and snow It's not easy for me to reach you And to death in four steps Oh, harmonica, in the south of Nazo Call for the lost happiness I'm warm in the cold dugout From your inextinguishable love Oh, harmonica, in the south of Nazo Call for the lost happiness I'm warm in the cold dugout From your inextinguishable love I'm warm in the cold dugout From your inextinguishable love
