Текст песни Операция Пластилин - Я на качелях

I'm on a swing
in his old yard
in an ever-sunny day

end of April.
and from the balcony they shout:
"Tolya, where are you?"

I'm on a swing
all the guys are nearby
by a brick wall

the strings roared
and we are a little drunk
under a lantern from the moon

above! born in the dust of the courtyard
above! everything that has become of us
above! street - example
above! up!

in a dark entrance
whitewashed with a key
i wrote names

all these songs ..
we kissed avidly
and loved to the bottom

in this entrance
cigarettes per piece
and wine like water

there i left
part of myself forever
part of myself forever