Текст песни Борис Вайханский, исполняет Игорь Христенко - Офицерский романс

Officer's romance

   Em Am
Expensive infinite
H7 Em
 Anguish lies in me,
             Am
And the candle burns out,
D7 E7
 What was put to life.
                Am
Tortured Russia
    H7 C
I thrust the spurs into the side.
      Am Em
Oh, the color of heaven is "blue" -
  F # H7
My only God!

                   Em
        Again I see uniforms
           Am
        In gold epaulettes.
          D7
        We were all commanders
        G H7
        At other's icons.
         Em
        Were loved by the Lord,
           Am
        In the stepsons - now,
        F #
        And the homeland persecuted
         H7
        After a hundred losses.

I'm wide open
To the libations and love.
My roads smell
Fires in the blood.
Confused and rude
I'm treading the unnecessary path.
And in the back of someone's lips
I whisper: "Cursed be!"

        Ah, Guards' uniforms
        In the glitter epaulet!
        All of us today are deserters
        Our past years.
        We are all dying today
        In a strange land,
        The keys of paradise without hope
        Find in the dark.

        Oh, my love - Russia -
        My forgotten shelter!
        This color is heavenly "blue",
        Soiled in the blood.
        And the fields in wheaten color
        The ones I mowed ...
        To be responsible for everything already in the answer
         H7 Em
        Not enough strength!

1978