Текст песни ЭР-200 - Валентина

C E7 Am F
Everything is covered with white fog, everything is covered with gray fog
And the girl bent over the map, busy with state affairs
And how could she not bow down, if this April morning
All hope for a graduate of the Hydrometeorological Institute

They are waiting for weather reports from their boats from dawn
Fishermen from the quarantine suburb and scouts and pilots
Sailors are waiting for spring fishing, but they are not waiting for Putin on the seas
Tell them the right word, give them hope, Valentine

And she says to the radio operators, blowing into the microphone out of habit
But not in a commander's voice, but in a girlish voice
Sailors are waiting for spring fishing, but they do not wait for Putin on the seas
Give them the right word, give them hope, Valentine

Prepare the entire fleet for the campaign, at 6.30 am I give the weather