Текст песни Советские песни - Вальс Кирпичики

On the outskirts of Odessa city
I was born in a poor family
Grief mopping, fifteen years old
He hired a brick factory.

The first time was difficult for me
But after working for a year,
For a cheerful hum, for bricks
I fell in love with the brick factory.

I met that steal at the factory,
I only used to hear a dial tone
I'll wash my hands and fly to her
To the workshop, on time.

We met every night
Where the brick forms a passage ...
Here I punish that, for the bricks
I fell in love with the brick factory.

We met every night
Where the brick forms a passage ...
Here for the punishment, for the bricks
I fell in love with the Odessa plant.