V etot vyuzhnyiy nelaskovyiy vecher,
Kogda snezhnaya mgla vdol dorog,
Tyi nakin, dorogaya, na plechi,
Orenburgskiy puhovyiy platok.
Ya ego vecherami vyazala,
Dlya tebya, moya dobraya mat,
Ya gotova tebe, dorogaya,
Ne platok - dazhe serdtse otdat.
Chtobyi tyi v etu noch ne skorbela,
Progonyu ot okoshka purgu.
Skolko b ya tebya, mat, ne zhalela -
Vse ravno pred toboy ya v dolgu.
Pust buran vse silney svirepeet,
Myi ne pustim ego na porog.
I tebya, moya mama, sogreet
Orenburgskiy puhovyiy platok.
I tebya, moya mama, sogreet
Orenburgskiy puhovyiy platok. |
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