Текст песни Трофим - Синева

My barefoot childhood remembers,
As the scorching heat from the burning roofs at noon,
And the spring wind blew the sail
Smelling seasheet sheets

I have a dove under my T-shirt,
I changed it to my own in the morning:
Oh, and will be at home scolding, only
No I'm happier these days

 There, there, high
 A flock circling the earth,
 If you look up, it's dizzy ...
 And it's so easy for me,
 It's like I'm flying,
 And next to only the sky is blue ...

Olya's first timid love,
Before dawn - the evening graduation at school,
Pigeons, which I lifted into the sky,
Lips, slightly salty from tears ...

And, it seemed, as if in the height of the blue
Birds wrote me her name,
To this memory of love first
I carried with me, like an incense,

It's already dropping a yellow leaf in autumn,
It covers the ground carefully,
You keep old habits holy,
Trifles hold your gaze

But when the heart beats my heart,
I hasten to meet with my childhood,
I lift the white pigeons into the sky,
Like many years ago ...