Текст песни Михаил Бондарев - Одноклассники

I’m dancing with her again, feeling just as nervous as back then;
The depth of her eyes remains exactly the same.
The music stirs something deep inside—perhaps she, too,
Remembers what we once shared...
Something important lingered there, amidst the school desks,
A hundred thousand cigarettes ago.
Classmates—we’re just like first-graders again;
The girls are skipping games of hopscotch.
And the boys, out of habit, still have their secret stashes.
Classmates—we are the flickering sparks of those distant days,
Safeguarded and carried here within our cupped hands.
I may seem a little strange, but I’m not drunk at all;
I’m simply happy right now.
Everything has come to a standstill; the years have simply melted away.
It’s a pity, of course, that for us...
Something important lingered there, amidst the school desks,
A hundred thousand cigarettes ago.
Classmates—we’re just like first-graders again;
The girls are skipping games of hopscotch.
And the boys, out of habit, still have their secret stashes.
Classmates—we are the flickering sparks of those distant days,
Safeguarded and carried here within our cupped hands.
Tomorrow it all begins anew; tomorrow the heavy burden
Of everyday life will wash over us completely.
But in each other’s eyes, we will remain forever young—
And so be it...
Something important lingered there, amidst the school desks,
A hundred thousand cigarettes ago.
Classmates—we’re just like first-graders again;
The girls are skipping games of hopscotch.
And the boys, out of habit, still have their secret stashes.
Classmates—we are the flickering sparks of those distant days,
Safeguarded and carried here within our cupped hands.
Classmates—we’re just like first-graders again;
The girls are skipping games of hopscotch.
And the boys, out of habit, still have their secret stashes.
Classmates—we are the flickering sparks of those distant days,
Safeguarded and carried here within our cupped hands.
Classmates...