Cause my heart forever hurts and swells.
Remember those blue eyes,
Remember feeling winged,
Remember songs that sounded so bright.
With that one from old times
With that one seven-stringed
That tortured me forever in the night!
So, we see, in vain we sang our song and
All in vain turned out to be at last.
If the old is valuable no longer,
All these nights are really in the past.
Remember those blue eyes,
Remember feeling winged,
Remember songs that sounded so bright.
With that one from old times
With that one seven-stringed
That tortured me forever in the night!
Fields and snow and Russian homey distance –
By new ways we"re destined there to go.
We were in a troika with the tinklers,