Текст песни Борис Вайханский, исполняет Игорь Христенко - Офицерский романс

Em Am
Dear infinite
H7 Em
 Tosca is in me,
             Am
And burns a candle,
D7 E7
 What put to life.
                Am
Tortured Russia
    H7 C
Plunges spurs in his side.
      Am Em
Oh, heavenly color "blue" -
  F # H7
Only my God!

                   Em
        Again, I can clearly see the uniforms
           Am
        In pursuit gold.
          D7
        We were all commanders
        G H7
        In front of icons.
         Em
        They were loved by the Lord,
           Am
        The stepson - now
        F #
        And Homeland persecuted
         H7
        After a hundred casualties.

I will open wide the entire
Libel and love.
My road smell
Fire in the blood.
Confused and rude
Toryu unnecessary way.
And in the back of someone's lips
I whispered: "Cursed be!"

        Oh, guard uniforms
        In the glare of epaulettes!
        All of us now - deserters
        Our past years.
        We all now die
        On foreign soil,
        Without hope the keys to paradise
        To find in the darkness.

        Oh, my love - Russia -
        My forgot shelter!
        This color is heavenly "blue"
        Soiled in the blood.
        And in a wheat field color
        Those that I mowed ...
        Be ever have to answer
         H7 Em
        Not enough power!