пою старые классные песни this particular one was written by Boris Mokrousov and Mikhail Isakovsky in 1946 and performed numerously by various artists in the last 70 years
https://lyricstranslate.com/ru/odinokaya-garmon039-odinokaya-garmon-lonely-accordion.html

Everything stopped still again until the sunrise,
The door wouldn’t crack, the fire wouldn’t blaze up.
Only a lonely accordion straying outside somewhere is heard 
Now it passes the gates towards the fields,
Now it comes back again,
As if it is looking for someone in the dark, but can not find. 
The night freshness blows from the field,
Dense apple blossoms fall down,
You confess, who you want, say it, young accordion player, 
Maybe your happiness is not far away,
But doesn’t know if she is the one you’re waiting for.
Why are you straying alone the whole night, why don't you not let the girls sleep quietly?.

Одинокая Гармонь/Lonely Accordion

the song is devoted to all war pilots who perished at WW2

Туман Новый22/Fog by A.Kolker and K.Ryzhov

sentimental waltz about two buddies from Moscow who stayed forever at WW2 battlefields and their moms sleeples nights, their girlfriends who got married a long time ago and life going on...

Москвичи/ Muscovites by E.Vinokurov and A.Eshpai

Желаю Тебе 55 by Igor Sarukhanov

when youth ends nights seem longer
what have been said will not be said now
 will not be pronounced will not come true 
even and it gets pronounced it will get forgotten
when youth leaves you love differently...

but should we really complain to life that nights get longer?
those nightingale nights are full of sunrises
those nightingale nights are full of jasmine blossoming
and as before you seem a curly rowanit

it`s all right that your hair is veiled with frost
your tired eyes seem more beautiful to me
what did not come true will come true later
if it doesn't come true it will be forgotten, no big deal
when your youth leaves you simply love stronger..

Когда Проходит Молодость 12/When Youth Goes Away

We all choose, we get chosen by somebody, very jften those choices don't match..someone gets lucky and makes the right choice, someonen gets it wrong...happines is a tricky thing...very often simple and obvious thing seem wrong..black looks white and vice versa i folow you like a shadow i get used to our absent coincidance I am glad i just can see you, youll never learn that and actually this is good. Even together we won't be able to put together something that should've got united by itself. Happines is complicated thing coild be shortsighted or longsighted..where simple things look ridiculos black seems white and vice versa.

Мы Выбираем Нас Выбирают/(Black and White) E. Kolmanovsky M.Tanich

a nostalgic letter to mother from one of the best Russian poets of 20th century Sergey Esenin.

Are you still alive, my dear granny?
I am alive as well. Hello! Hello!
May there always be above you, honey,
The amazing stream of evening glow.
 
I’ve been told that hiding your disquiet,
Worrying  about me a lot,
You go out  to the roadside every night,
Wearing your shabby overcoat.
 
In the evening  darkness, very often,
You conceive the same old scene of blood:
Kind of in a tavern fight  some ruffian
Plunged a Finnish knife into my heart.
 
Now calm down, mom! And don’t be dreary!
It’s a painful fiction through and through.
I’m not so bad a drunkard, really,
As to die without seeing you.
 
I‘m your tender son  as ever, dear,
And the only thing I dream of now
Is to leave this dismal boredom here
And return to our little house. And how!
 
I’ll return in spring without warning
When the garden blossoms, white as snow.
Please don’t wake me early in the morning,
As you did before, eight years ago.
 
Don’t disturb my dreams that now have flown,
Don’t  perturb my vain and futile strife
For it’s much too early that I’ve known
Heavy loss and weariness in life.
 
Please don’t teach me how to say my prayers!
There is no way back to what is gone.
You’re my only joy, support and praise
And my only flare shining on.
 
Please  forget about your pain and fear,
and don’t  worry  over me a lot
Don’t go out  to the roadside, dear,

Письмо К Матери New Mp3/A Letter To Mother by Sergey Esenin

ABBA Happy New Year

...we were drinking red and could have been kissing until we turn 100..but the river trip is short, the bottle got empty, and someone was waiting at home us both..the sky calculater makes no mistakes..neither with time nor with a single drop of wine..time to go

Небесный калькулятор/Heaven Calculator by Oleg Mytyayev

Softly rustling the branches snowfall
Twigs crackling in the fire.
In those hours, when still asleep,
What comes to mind for me?
Azure sky far,
Longtime letters home ...
In the realm of consumptive pines
Quickly replaced by autumn
Long polar winter.

Snow, snow, snow, snow.
Snow whirls over the tent.
That ends our brief overnight stay.
Snow, snow, snow, snow
Quiet on the tundra lies,
On the banks of the river freezing -
Snow, snow, snow.

On your side of the Petrograd
Sweeps cheerful snowball
Break out in a star lashes naughty
Lies at the feet of a feather.
Touched thoughtful frost
Kos your light strand
And over the boulevards Lines
In Leningrad blue
Evening came down again.

Snow, snow, snow, snow,
The snow outside the window turned.
It touches your serried century.
Snow, snow, snow, snow ...
What are you, my dear, dream?
Silence over freezing rivers
Snow, snow, snow.

How long will your heart be saved?
The wind sings in the way.
Through the fog, frost and blizzard
I do not walk up to you.
Remember, if vzgrustnetsya,
Our parking lights.
Swimming and walking, as necessary,
The song gets to you
Even in non-flying days.

Snow, snow, snow, snow,
Snow whirls over the taiga,
Blizzard puts traces of our sleds.
Snow, snow, snow, snow ...
May you dream today
Sunlit station platform

Снег/Snow

Ты У Меня Одна/My one and only by Yuri Vizbor

romantic song about mountain climbing by Yuri Vizbor

Фанские Горы WAV by Yuri Vizbor

War song. All we need is just one victory. Just one for all of us. The price does not matter.

Здесь Птицы Не Поют../ The birds don't sing here by Bulat Okudzhava

Sometimes I feel like the soldiers,
Who never returned from the bloodied fields,
Aren't perished in our earth,
But turned into white cranes

Since those long gone times until today
They fly and give us signs, so we can hear them.
Isn't this why so frequently and sorrowfully
We fall silent, watching the sky?

A tired flock is flying, flying up in the sky,
Through the fog, at the end of the day.
And among them there's a small gap,
Perhaps that's the place for me

The day will come when together with the cranes
I will float in that same blue-gray mist,
With a bird's hailing out of the heavens,
Calling on all of you, whom I've had left down on earth.

Sometimes I feel like the soldiers,
Who never returned from the bloodied fields,
Aren't perished in our earth,
But turned into white cranes

Журавли2 Final Cut All Wave/Сranes

From from a famous Soviet movie " The Officers"

От Героев Былых Времен Р.Козах Е.Агранович

a homless post WW1 beggar-teenager selling cigarettes song...

Папиросы 2

when love leaves thats where the blues begins...

Перекресток Final Cut by Sergey Chigrakov

WW2 Russian pilot song about his last dogfight.
 ...Two of us against their 8, that's ok we can deal with that,
my buddy Sergey is covering my back..this is good enough..besides don't think we have much of a choice here...
Sergey you are on fire! Go ballistic! Up Serezha! Go! Im covering you tail..
Well I guess it our last fight...
pray God your parachute opens, Sergey, oh no..too late..
well I guess I m gonna smash that Messershmitd stright into its face! farewell Seryogha!..
well here we are both of us in heaven, Archangell is meeting our souls..telling us life is tough here too...well-well-well, 
Now what if we ask God to let's us join the angels pilots regiment!?And if they already have to many pilots it's ok let's ask them to make us the Guardians!! 
So that we could guard other good guys like us... like me and you Seryozha...
on earth and in the air! Quite an honerable job!
 And as for the facist pilots I don't think they deserve crosses on their graves...those crosses on their wings are right enough....
The song is devoted to my dad..former WW2 pilot

Их Восемь Нас Двое by Vladimir Vissotsky

Лирическая by Vlad Vissotsky

jazzy song about autumn by alexander rozenbaum

Вальс Бостон

It's a beautiful love song by a very famous Russian poet singer-song writer Vladimir Vissotsky. He wrote it in the early seventies.

лирическая 2

A song about first love of a teenager girl. Her heart is broken, she's crying. Don't cry honey- this is your childhood saying good bye to you..

Царевна Несмеяна by Gen Shangin-Berezovsky

Папиросы Author unknown

It's a lyrical song about Russia and how we all learn to love our motherland.

Березы by Igor Matviyenko and Mikhail Andreyev

Here I am. Could not have come sooner. Let me lie down near your feet. Fate tempts us all and we all make mistakes. But it is not fate but love that takes the final decision. I know I'm guilty. But we are only people and we make mistakes and we get cruel towards the dearest people. We make them suffer. Fate tempts us all, but it is not fate but love that decides it all.

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