Калина красная. Red viburnum.
Moody folk ballad with Russian chanson flavor; mid-tempo 6/8 groove led by acoustic guitar and bayan, soft bass and brushed snare. Male vocals, intimate and raw, sit upfront with subtle room reverb; choruses swell with low backing harmonies and a distant whistle. Arrangement stays sparse in verses, opening slightly in the hook with sustained accordion chords and a gentle melodic countermotif.
Калина красная. Red viburnum.
Moody folk ballad with Russian chanson flavor; mid-tempo 6/8 groove led by acoustic guitar and bayan, soft bass and brushed snare. Male vocals, intimate and raw, sit upfront with subtle room reverb; choruses swell with low backing harmonies and a distant whistle. Arrangement stays sparse in verses, opening slightly in the hook with sustained accordion chords and a gentle melodic countermotif.
Lyrics
Verse 1
On the side of the road, the wind
Pushes dust and dry feather grass
In an old jacket
With a hangover
He left to find his destiny
Somewhere, a harmonica is crying
Somewhere, they believe
That he is alive
And in the driver's eyes
The same evening and the same pain
Chorus
Kalina is bitter
Not sweet
It burns like a red berry in my heart
It's pulling his long roads
And the village is talking
Kalina bitter
To the bones
It hurts
And yet it beckons to the garden
Where it waits at the window of the silent
His yesterday
Lost look
Verse 2
At the table, conversations
About the prison
And the first snow
He laughs unevenly
He doesn't look anyone in the eye
Songs stick to the shirt
The smell of smoke and strong tea
And in a trembling glass
Reflects a quiet edge
Chorus
Kalina bitter
Not sweet
Red berry in the heart burns
Pulls his roads distant
And the village rumor goes
Kalina bitter
To the bones
Wound
And still beckons to the garden
Where waiting at the window silent
His yesterday
Lost look
Verse 1
По обочине ветер
Гонит пыль да сухой ковыль
В старой куртке
С похмелья
Он уехал искать судьбу
Где-то плачет гармошка
Где-то верят
Что он живой
А в глазах у шофёра
Тот же вечер и та же боль
Chorus
Калина горькая
Не сладкая
Красною ягодой в сердце жжёт
Тянет дороги его дальние
А по деревне молва идёт
Калина горькая
До косточек
Ранит
А всё-таки манит в сад
Где ждёт у окна молчаливого
Его вчерашний
Потерянный взгляд
Verse 2
За столом разговоры
Про тюрьму
Да про первый снег
Он смеётся неровно
Не глядит никому в глаза
Песни липнут к рубахе
Запах дыма и крепкий чай
И в стакане дрожащем
Отражается тихий край
Chorus
Калина горькая
Не сладкая
Красною ягодой в сердце жжёт
Тянет дороги его дальние
А по деревне молва идёт
Калина горькая
До косточек
Ранит
А всё-таки манит в сад
Где ждёт у окна молчаливое
Его вчерашний
Потерянный взгляд