Текст песни Зоя Ященко и группа Белая гвардия - Сад

I go out into a fading garden.
And I am silent, and I am angry for no reason.
On the tracks in autumn coats
There are women and men.

Under the boots leaves rustle,
Above the water the dove flies,
And, as in childhood, bonfires are burning,
But something is not enough.

No one is more beautiful than you,
I told you that yesterday,
But a treacherous voice inside
He assures me that this is not enough.

A blue scarf fluttering,
Our girl is squeezing the pedals.
You yourself understand that there is
Somewhere there are reserved.

But ships do not go there,
Aircraft do not fly there,
And they do not say on the radio,
Who and how in those parts gets.

Maybe there's a secret door somewhere:
There rotates the weather vane on the roof,
The bell rings and calls,
Only I somehow do not hear.

And in the garden scurrying sparrows,
Smiling children in wheelchairs.
They can still lie,
As if life is a good fairy tale.

As if the house is a light palace,
And there are gay gnomes in it.
Remove the coat and, hanging on a nail,
Quiet breath out: "Here we are at home!"

Pyramids of untouched books,
Pies, irons, ryoshonki ...
Is this really all,
What did I dream about as a child?