Текст песни Надежда Кондрашова - Апрельский снег

Dm …………………………………… .E
April snow, April snow
Am …………………… F ………………… .Dm
It falls from the branches of flowering plums,
E ……………. Am…. A7
Blooming pears and apple-trees, white-white, white
Dm ……………………………… .E7 * ……. Am (5 fret) ……… ..F
Meanwhile, I'm getting sadder - we all get sick in the spring
Dm ………………………………… E …… ..Am ………… ..A7
Remembering the old days of my immature love



And from the sea the wind flew in and swirled a blizzard in the garden
It has the smell of salt, the smell of tears and the warm smell of honey
April snow on your hair, as if someone put on a veil
And the more sad, and the more sad, the more joyful nature



And my hand on the bark, my fingers stained in silver
I will feel the letters, forgetting for a moment the prohibitions
About the school garden, about that April
About the gentle April snow

And the sadder and the sadder is that he looks like this ...