Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - Коллаж

There Moldavanka in Odessa and Moscow Khitrovka
Business early in the morning the young lady in new clothes
But Peter not born shit , I know something is
And dearer to me all the world Ligovka native

Ligovka , Ligovka , Ligovka - you are my parents' house
Ligovka , Ligovka , Ligovka - we're with you Popo .
We're with you Popo .

On the street I'm happy Marat was once
Have passed since an awful lot of years ,
But remember all the guys on the street Marat
I had great authority .

In short pants , thrown in the party books
As the catacombs , climbed into piles of firewood
And in the blue uniform of the new district tired
Caught in the web of our attics .

Dopey kid , I'm head over heels in love
Hours it could wait in the entrance
And winter nights , chilled hands
Chords of steel strings to touch .

On the street we walked Marat crowd shaggy
Bologna under buttoned throat .
Swore eternal friendship to all the market at Forge
Grandmothers in the potato row.

Konfetochki - baranochki I remember nights in the garden.
Pockets naiznanochku , was born in Petrograd me.
Three-meter fences in the color off- canary
Drove us to the precinct blue benches .

On Nevsky , on the pier , fishing around the clock
Citizen , just from the exhibition , to cast
Crackle Cape Bologna, foreign- delivery ,
That ship & quot; Estonia & quot; moored in the harbor.

In the movie, little blue ticket , like skipping out on a date ,
And there trembling aspen leaf tannins knees .
Spared us ceremonial heated sill
And fancy dresses unbutton school .

We often recall the days away ,
When riding luck at the back
Do not know the word & quot; no & quot ;, just wanted to hear & quot; yes & quot;
And believe divination at Christmas time .

We often remember our old inns,
And in the yard grass patter ,
How were the communal us jealous and kind ,
When we were engaged in cleaning them .

Chorus:
Well , really it was, well , it really was
Could it be? So many years have passed since those days young
Priporoshit head , and stir up my ...
Was it so long ago ?

We often remember our mothers laughter
And the pain of loss , and the first victory
And in the telephone through a blizzard and crackling noise
Native distant voice : & quot; Honey, do you hear , food ... & quot;

Changed our life together with the breadth of trousers
And shoulders again come into fashion ,
And if you look a little more closely around
That , my God, how everything has changed over the years .

Chorus:
Really it was, well , it really was
Could it be? So many years have passed since those days young
Priporoshit head , and stir up my ...
Was it so long ago ?

We are looking for a reflection of the turmoil of the city ,
But the streets singing other songs
And sometimes you do not want to go home again
A white night on the Neva wander all together ...

Chorus:
Really it was, well , it really was
Could it be? So many years have passed since those days young
Priporoshit head , and stir up my ...
Was it so long ago ?

Pamper evening guitar silence
Twilight twinkling lights cigarettes.
It was in May, when spring mayalas
Songs in my yard .

Blossoming girls , forgotten in the winter,
Composed girls favorite poems .
And more and more girls mother called home
That's the way the girls were growing up .

Clever ! Oh , Mom, that it for clever !
Do not scold - she drove me home
And I'd go , yeah, I forgot the name of the street,
Where his son you bore .

I bet in the glass, like a dove ringed , wing,
Well, a little bit more - and the sky will cure me off .
That will, everything. Yes, under the open window
Waving his hand to me daughter.

And do not come back in a five-story house ,
In the old well Nevsky yard.
All that is left in it , of course , it is important
Tomorrow will not return yesterday and therefore :
Ligovka , Ligovka , Ligovka we have with you Popo .