Текст песни Людмила Гурченко - Такие были времена

Music by L. Gurchenko, poems by Y. Moritz

Here in my youth
The old lady is God's dandelion
I handed over a corner, a table, a sofa
For only twenty-five rubles.
She loved the youth
Young poets, musicians.
Don't be homeless, you won't find
Such a fan of talent.

And lived closely with her
There are seven families in one apartment,
And washed thirty-two tenants
There are thirty-two faces under the tap.
The sofa sang, and the table creaked
My corner was blindingly white
And I was twenty-third,
And the course of events was bright!

Poetry broke through the firmament
And every evening she went to the stage.
As at a fire, as at death,
Returning the price to the poets!

Criticism took us with a bayonet,
Yelled: "vulgarity and cheapness!"
But everyone glorified us,
But everyone glorified us,
And it's embarrassing to deny it.

Draconic hipster seal.
Jazz fought heroically
I went to full swing,
I went to all the rights to download
And with a bang he expressed himself.

These were the times
Such passions were raging.
And where they gave me the corner,
The grass is green today.
And the dandelion sprouts
Where the table creaked and the sofa sang ...

The sofa sang, and the table creaked,
The soup was boiling in seven pots,
Twelve cats, seven dogs
We shared the darkness of the corridor.
And washed thirty-two tenants
There are thirty-two faces under the tap.
And washed thirty-two tenants
There are thirty-two faces under the tap.

Those were the times ...