Валерий Ободзинский - Сад юности моей - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There will be no words of the song. I’ll just write what is connected with me with this song.

Once, not so long ago, parents bought a plot of six acres. We went there with my grandmother, with my mother. And separately with the father. At the same time, while the grandmother was alive, we almost always traveled separately. Funny, yes? I remember the road and the site itself is completely different :-) In principle, it is not surprising. Almost 14 years old. But most of all, I remembered the garden for others. Когда пришло время и я не знаю, кто из умных людей сказал отцу:"Смотри, какая орясина у тебя растет! Кости есть, но совсем хилый! Не запусти парня, займись им!", - до этого мой батя гораздо больше времени уделял работе And the boat. In principle, it is difficult to blame for this. And after this conversation and family council ... My education took up quite tightly. Over the 4th year of which it was not done .... The earth has been dug up several times, different plants were planted several times (read: tomatoes, cucumbers and pepper). The finishing floors are laid (50s of the 50s that still had to be unloaded, sawn down in size, pushed with an ax and only then lay), the walls were plastered, the earth was pulled out of the extension, the veranda was laid, the floors were laid in it ... In general, a lot of things were a lot of things made. Including my hands.

I will never forget this day. For which the loggia turned into another room. How the men laid these fucking openings, and on me it was to drag bricks and interfere with the solution. And how I woke up the next day :-) I could not get out of bed. I just could not move. From the slightest movement permeated such pain in the whole body that I wanted to pretend to be a vegetable. I shouted into a voice, the benefit of the house was nobody. I got to the first floor on the clocks, simply because it was less painful. Then some - as he climbed the door jamb and got out into the street. I will not describe how I got to the need. In general, I left somewhere for five days :-)

Probably after that I fell in love with this song and garden. And even when the time came and I became a very rare guest there, I still remembered this. Then there was an army. And upon arrival from the army they told me: "Sasha, we want to sell the garden to our friends for a symbolic fee. How are you looking at this?" I replied: "Positive." The garden was sold. Now not so far from this place is the garden of my friend. And constantly, when I am there, I grin crookedly. I think I am something like: "Come on - come on, tear the ass. All the same, all your work and all the efforts will ultimately crumble to dust." I don't know where it is from me. Maybe because my dream has not come true. So that I bring my desired child and say: “We built this garden together. Your grandfather and I. We have invested a lot of effort and times in it. I understand that now it seems to you unpainted, but it has been done by our hands. I hope that it seems that that You will like to play here "...