Виталий Соломин - Золотые шары - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

All the time I remember our old courtyards, where golden balls bloomed under the fall. In the front gardens they burned with yellow joyful fire. Quiet weeks sailed, and lived day after day. Chorus: Golden balls are children's courtyards, golden balls of that distant time. Golden balls, bonfires, golden bonfires of that distant pore burned out. Everyone returned from work, there was no need for a phone. There were general concerns and one paveph. The old tango sounded, danced, who could. The beginning of love, fate, roads fell from the courtyard. Chorus: In the morning I will buy a bouquet in the gold balls market. Force, old records, like the memory of those years. All with whom they lived in the neighborhood, a warm evening will gather, and again, a dear childhood, the memory will lead us. Chorus