Lyrics 2735 - Сретенский Двор

And in the shade the snow lies like a mountain
        Cm D7
It’s as if snow is not involved in spring.
        Gm b
There is a janitor and frozen February
       Cm D7
Pricks scrap into small parts.
       F7 b
In the courtyards you can’t see the land,
        E dim d7
Puddles - by the sea, asphalt - by the isthmus,
      Cm D7 Eb G7
And ships sail in those seas
       Cm D7 Gm
With sails in an oblique ruler.

Hello, hello my Sretensky courtyard!
I recall through the memory of the dunes:
Here stands, propping up the fence,
Late youth for the war.
Here is a vest - it’s white from washing,
Here is the boot - it is accordion, kicked.
That was such in those years
Uniforms of Moscow suburbs.

We children knew a lot
They beat the speculative enemies together
And rushed through the courtyards
On a short cry: "Atanda!".
Who were we? Shpana not a shit,

Fatherless from the humpbacked streets,
Where, like fish, surfaced from the bottom
Silver balloons.

I saw the hustle and bustle
I heard foreign coasts.
I swim into my Sretensky courtyard
Like in the port from which he left.
But my holds are empty, in the dust ...
Only hope - and those for a penny ...
Ah, would you return those ships to me
With sails in a slanting ruler!