Βαθμολογήθηκε 4.0 από 2 χρήστες


Ξεκλείδωμα ταστιέρας
Τραγούδι:Που ΄ναι τα χρόνια
Ερμηνευτής:Μπιθικώτσης Γρηγόρης
Δημιουργός:Κουγιουμτζής Σταύρος
Δρόμος:Μελοδικός Μινόρε
Είδος:Καρσιλαμάς
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Χρήστης:Rempeths
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Πήγα στα μέρη που σε είχα πρωτοδεί

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Μικρό κορίτσι ήσουν κι ήμουνα παιδί



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Πού ’ναι τα χρόνια, ωραία χρόνια

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που ’χες λουλούδια μες στην καρδιά

Πού είν’ η αγάπη, γλυκιά μου αγάπη

να μάς ζεστάνει στην παγωνιά



Στ’ αρχοντικό σου το σπιτάκι το φτωχό

ήρθα να κλάψω με παράπονο πικρό



Πού ’ναι τα χρόνια...



Κλεισμένη η πόρτα και χαμένα τα κλειδιά

Βρέχει στους δρόμους και στην άδεια μου καρδιά



Πού ’ναι τα χρόνια...





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