Текст песни Светлана Копылова - 06. Из детства

I knew very little about my father ...
Rather, I did not know anything about him.
And in every good uncle's face
“You are not my dad?” - I was looking for dad.

I could all entertain and laugh,
When the question "Where is Dad?" Asked.
The answer had to be taught with great-grandmother:
"The dogs have eaten, the flies zalyagali!"

I'm standing in a black plush coat
In the yellowed picture with Baba Manya.
I remember your warm hand,
Just like now, my own nanny!

And I, your beloved child,
Now I only go to the waste ground of the cemetery -
Where you are and where you are,
Only rustle wreaths and the wind whistles.

I dream of our flower bed in the yard
And gray Vaska - a cat such a scientist,
And the beige striped beret,
And the shoes on the buttons on the black ...

And mother's beautiful eyes
From under the high dyed hair,
And the first spring thunderstorm,
And rye bread, sweetened, hard ...

A childhood friend, Alik, where you do not know,
My faithful friend, my very first prisoner ...
Do you remember how we grew bandages
From the ripped off knees?

Yellow Chicken Blind Herbs
In the eyes dazzled, and nowhere to go ...
But the years erased light traces,
Leading into the sandbox from childhood ...