Виктор Савченко - Из детства - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Rarely and indifferently the bird cries out, in the sleepy bliss, the branches are whistled. Everything is sitting, I can’t sleep in any way, my heart is excited ...

Here I am running with a barefoot boy and diving into the water briskly;

I will see everything clearly, clearly

How the screen will illuminate childhood.

Were not to return this to me serene? How he carries and circles in a dream -

He began to remember her childhood less often. The smell of hay and wormwood, last year’s smell.

Everything is so simple, wonderful, cute ... I am lying on a pile.

The web is silver

In the sultry haze floats. The whole face in the sweat sparkles, and the handbags will turn off.

Never be a little boy, do not have dust for me once. Not to say childishly "What are you!" Do not climb the trees like that.

Every year "Really?" Everything is more clearly and clearer.

This caustic smell

For everything, he sums up the scores ... The night was on the decline, from the dawn of a half -nebosvod, the birds sang joyfully, nature wakes up.

I will stand up to prayer early

On sunrise with purple blood. I will open the hearts of the wound myself

I’ll open my sadness. Unearthly comfort

The hour of prayer brought me - Jesus Christ granted all the sins of my forgiveness.

For him all his life, he is the end of the memory ...

Let the heart with a thirsty lanu fall at the pierced foot.

24.7.67 Ignatius Lapkin.