Lyrics 05. Вайт - Старые стены

Old walls, foreign streets
Under my window, people hang out
Voices penetrate my head
And carried away in some direction

Not a little time has passed, the old house, the streets
New voices and faces under the window hang out
And I yearn for the times that behind
The first fights, quarrels and declarations of love.

I remember friends who stayed in childhood
It is a pity not to return those days just a song
I visited my house, hoping to see everyone
A neighbor met, said long gone.

Walked through the park, sat down on the old bench
I remember sitting here always singing with a guitar
A lot of memories, already hard on the soul
And the voices of friends are sitting on the tips of the ears.

I want to see, I want to hear again
Listen to them and give your story
About who you became and whom you wanted to know
Sorry for all this left in the past, childhood is ours.

I look at the time, the arrows all hurry him
And no need to lag, you need to go forward
Maybe someday we'll meet again.
And let's say a toast about friendship and brotherly love.