Текст песни Михаил Бублик - Старые скамейки

Leaves on the water fell,
Autumn is a red cameo
Cut ... Where are you, school friends?
And somewhere gone
Our old benches
From native landscaped gardens.

The feet of the streets are not forgotten.
The shoes go to touch
By the house - the boys lived in it ...
Red-white-blue
Flags in the sky rinses
A new wind in the old city is mine.

Today curtains and curtains,
And once the curtains
They spread out on nylon laces.
The boys turned gray,
Daughters of girls are in brides.
And & quot; Jolly Roger & quot; Sold under the hammer.

All the paths lead to heaven.
A loft leads to the roof -
For some reason, it is especially pure here
The road to the Lord ... I would
Through the years now hear
Three chords of unconfigured guitars ...

My angel Peter and Paul
Extension of St Petersburg
His wings. And the dawn gilded.
And the leaves swirl smoothly
Interspersed with brown smoke
Pipe factory. Summer of the Indian motive.

And on the heads of passers-by
In the morning soltsne pours out
Rain radiant from the last bucket.
My God, how alike
& Quot; Hares & quot; Petersburg trams
At my friends from the schoolyard.