Текст песни Э. Хиль - Моя хорошая

With you we were just classmates -
And that's all that connected us
But I went to lessons, like on holidays,
Before you shy every time.
At any time: and fine in spring,
And in the severe frosts of January
I called you my good
Without telling you about that.

Days flew by, tormenting insomnia,
The gardens bloomed and the foliage fell
But still there was no chance
To tell you the cherished words.
And once, under the star powder
Another person called you
And immediately he called his good -
And you believed him forever.

From a yellowed school photo
You look at me in years
With a flirty chamomile on an apron,
Which will never fade.
Not like anyone else in the world,
Lukavinki happy without melting,
Everything looks at me, my dear
Good mine - and not mine.

Everything looks at me, my dear
My good one - and not mine,
Good mine - and not mine.