26ой,Юрда,M-four - Дворы - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

26th:

The evening plays with lanterns, the headlights of cars are lit the buildings, the stars are spreading along the sky, there are no such stars, the stars only on the screen, the monument to the angel flies over the houses, the Caucasus hotel has already changed the name and it is difficult to understand me, the one who did not leave the house outside the window Moscow, and I recall the Stavropol, birds fly away in a pack, forest, MKAD, against the background of the pipes they smoke pores, I know, in the south, then I am with you, beckons me there, the traces of the snow are noticeable, the sun falls over those houses, it falls behind those houses, Once again, December adds to me for years, the brothers of fellow countrymen throw Salamas tied us with fate at common views ...

I should walk through those yards

I will get wet on your streets

Will suddenly wake up and find himself there

How attracts that craving and pulls to its places

M-Four:

I am from the expanses of the native city of Rostov, the grass will sprout and we will see each other again, this is my homeland here in simple, I leave into the distance, but I will return to you, I took as a basis how the street was brought up, my mother said to me: "Son, everything is everything It will definitely come true! Time will judge and everything will form "one thing decided exactly - what path I will go on, and whoever remains with me in my heart, 6 years ago at the banks of the Moscow River, but I often imagine at night in the kitchen with tea, like a steppe, like a steppe, like a steppe, like a steppe Donskaya meets me with warmth, the Don land from the heart to its outskirts, wherever you are far away, I live in the capital, but I never forget, my yard and street, love for you

I should walk through those yards

I will get wet on your streets

Will suddenly wake up and find himself there

How attracts that craving and pulls to its places

Yurda:

I should walk through those streets, in those yards

I would like to convey Salam - to all boys,

There the moon hung in heaven, the lights of traffic lights sparkle through the fog, rush through the roofs, garages, along the bypass, along the lines, in the lanes, by the 109th, the light from the lantern, between the houses there will still be a dawn, fall on the bench, sit there before here, here are talking heart to the crack of a bonfire, toasts about those who live deep in their hearts, and somewhere behind the houses there is a vanity, it will begin to light a foot on a foot, while the sleepy city is wiping its eyes and only my memory to return me where these street are, where are these street. Where are those places ...

I should walk through those yards

I will get wet on your streets

Will suddenly wake up and find himself there

How attracts that craving and pulls to its places