Текст песни Где Мое Лето - Патефон

Gramophone

Every day from our yard
Morning, evening, from night to morning
Plates creaked, played a pattephone
And I was in love with you

Oh pattephone, oh pattephone
Wonderful evening, old maple
After all, I was in love with her
Well, where is my happiness

Now the year has grown
No more than our yard
And there is no sapophone, and it seems to sleep
What we were together

Oh pattephone, oh pattephone
Wonderful evening, old maple
After all, I was in love with her
Well, where is my happiness
After all, I was in love with her
Well, where is my happiness

After all, I was in love with her
Well, where is my happiness