Глеб Романов - Черное море мое - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Once, for a very long time, my grandfather had a musical box casket, and she played the endless minor stanza of the motive unknown to me.

And I always wanted to understand - how is she arranged? A little later, I came across Kika Odoevsky "Tow in the Tbaker", but this only broke my imagination ...

Many years have passed since then - both grandmother and grandfather have gone, and once the mother prepared old things for emission.

“A man, Ma,” I told her and took a screwdriver.

Inside there was a semblance of a clock mechanism, a metal comb and a drum with needles. Just like in a book, only inanimate everything.

-Mam, I said then, leave this ashtray, I remember her from childhood, like this bench, in the other hand, my sister and I were placed together. Let it be, this is for me as a symbol of this house.

Since then, it has been in the closet.

And I heard the song much later ...