Back in the USSR

Просто Ностальгия по СССР и The Beatles

[Verse 1]
Your old blue record turns beneath the lamp
The needle finds a summer we once knew
I fold the evening paper by the stamp
And hear the songs that carried me to you

[Pre-Chorus]
A kitchen clock, a glass of tea
Your photograph beside the key

[Chorus]
Take me back where the old days wait
Past the station and the iron gate
When those English songs came drifting through
And every borrowed tune led back to you
Take me back, just for an hour or two
To the country I remember with you

[Verse 2]
The courtyard smells of rain and lilac leaves
A tram bell rings beyond the market square
You hum along, your coat around your sleeves
As if the whole wide world could meet us there

[Pre-Chorus]
The radio was soft and low
We let the record turn and go

[Chorus]
Take me back where the old days wait
Past the station and the iron gate
When those English songs came drifting through
And every borrowed tune led back to you
Take me back, just for an hour or two
To the country I remember with you

[Bridge]
Not for flags or borders drawn in stone
But for your hand finding mine on the way home
For Sunday bread, the window steamed with rain
And your voice singing every refrain

[Final Chorus]
Take me back where the old days wait
Past the station and the iron gate
When those English songs came drifting through
And every borrowed tune led back to you
Take me back, though the years have moved
To the life we made, to the love we knew

[Outro]
The record slows; the room grows still
I hear you humming, and I always will

1960s British beat-pop, wistful romantic songwriting, jangling clean electric guitar, melodic bass, restrained live drums, close harmony vocals, tape warmth, vintage mono-leaning mix; intimate verses bloom into a memorable singalong chorus