Алексей Горбунов - Когда-то мы жили в горах - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Sergey Dovlatov:

Aunt Siranush told me what happened. It turns out that uncle suggested breaking a fire and frying a barbecue.

“You will guess the parquet,” Siranush stopped him.

“I have a little roofing iron in my briefcase,” said Uncle Horen.

“Bring him here,” my uncle ordered, looking around the Finnish headset ...

Once we lived in the mountains. They wandered with herds along the southern borders of Russia. We accustomed them to captivity, to the yoke. We did not get loving them. But this love remained only in songs.

Once we were blacker. We were lying all day on the shore of Sevan. And having seen a beautiful girl, they wrote a word of love on his stomach with a chip.

Once we jumped on horseback. And now splashing in trolleybus backwaters. And we sleep on the go.

Once we went down to the cellar. And now we are running to the gastronon.

We preferred the mountains of the steep slopes of new buildings.

We offend wives and make bonfires on the floor.

But once we lived in the mountains!