Текст песни Николай Караченцов - Анна Петровна

When it was? Like yesterday
But my heart was beating unevenly
What is it: love, passion, a game?
Oh, Anna Petrovna ...
The awesome waltz is still spinning.
Graceful beauties of the court,
But how indifferent to pass you by,
Oh, Anna Petrovna.

She is a deity and does not know herself
Why so easy and quick
Heroic heads crazy
Oh Anna Petrovna!
Why is this summer in the disgraced wilderness,
How sweetly brought them together again
And, it’s necessary, where - on the edge of the soul,
Oh Anna Petrovna!

Silence, gestures, words out of place,
Chance meeting but strange
Back to feel a burning stare ...
Oh, Anna Petrovna ... Oh, Anna!