Текст песни Janna Bichevskaya - Nostalgic

Fm C7 Fm
 Sad song flew
Bm D # G #
 The edge of a birch Russian melancholy,
Bm Fm
 Somewhere in my childhood I have rung
Bm H7 Fm
 Petersburg High School calls.
Bm Fm
 Somewhere in my childhood I have rung
Bm H7 Fm
 Petersburg High School calls.
 
By bubbling amber orchestra,
 Under our powerful & quot; Hurrah! & Quot;
 Not me, l emperor-Emperor
 From the Cadets raised in the cadets?
 Not me, l emperor-Emperor
 From the Cadets raised in the cadets?
 
The blue sky drums thundered
 And minted tread war.
 And not to me whether my eyes turned blue
 And waved a hand out the window?
 And not to me whether my eyes turned blue
 And waved a hand out the window?
 
Raced years riddled miles
 According to a friend who did not return in a row
 What is frozen in silver rosah
 For Fatherland and for the king.
 What is frozen in silver rosah
 For Fatherland and for the king.
 
Not if I hugged yesterday
 The long-awaited hand - and here,
 Not me whether Cheka traded
 Under the guise of the eighteenth year?
 Not me whether Cheka traded
 Under the guise of the eighteenth year?