Lyrics Людмила Зыкина - Деревенское детство моё

The trees got lost in the fog
The sun rises at its zenith.
And on the red hillock village
It stands in the middle of Russia.
Here on the benches grandfathers playfully
They remember about their life.
Here dives into the river from the cliff
My rural childhood.
My rural childhood.

From the fire of rooster scallops
The dawn lights up in the distance.
The smell of rain is dizzy,
The smell of hay and warm earth.
Here the buckets rattle at the well,
A naughty wind gargles the laundry.
Here in the snow on a sled
My rural childhood.
My rural childhood.
Fill in the club harmonies
The yellow month bent into an arc.
And tired horses graze
In a cool and wet meadow.
Here they handed me the inheritance -
No way to live without her ...
Here forever recorded childhood,
My childhood in the countryside!
My childhood in the countryside!