Nikolai Baskov "sharmanka" lyrics

sharmanka

Something about a little snow?

Sharmanka

Sharmanka returned, of something it's sighSharmanka returned, sobbing at nightErasing the smiles sharmanka is sufferingIt's sobbing with soul of the first violin

Whether entail unbelievable dreamDo the flowers belated will springJust the same sharmanka is sobbingIn Paris it feels itself foreign

Whether entail unbelievable dreamDo the flowers belated will spring

Just the same sharmanka is sobbing ( x2 )In Paris it feels itself foreign

Just the same sharmanka of something regretsJust the same sharmanka is aging and sadErasing the smiles sharmanka is sufferingIt's sobbing with soul of the first violin

Whether entail unbelievable dreamDo the flowers belated will spring (x2 )Just the same sharmanka is sobbingIn Paris it feels itself foreign

Just the same sharmanka is sobbing ( x2 )In Paris it feels itself foreign